It's just my life.

This past weekend has been a whirlwind of the opposite sex, and it seems like all of the sudden men everywhere are coming out of the woodwork. Not everywhere, no more than eight or so, but still, way more than usual for my life. I'm still on what I consider to be the fairly low end of hookups and relationships, and I sincerely hope that I haven't treaded into the murky, slutty waters yet. Here's hoping.

So I was talking to my go to guy pal. He and I have a mutual hatred of the opposite sex : I hate men, he hates women. Hate's a really strong word, but I'm about eighty-seven percent sure we're serious. Basically, we analyze and listen to each others romantic (or lack there of) situations and remind each other that we are superior beings when it comes to men and women, and we always deserve better, if not the best. Earlier this evening, I was describing to him the impressive amount of male texting and contact I've had this past weekend. It was weird. I had this theory, which I described to him.

Men, having radar. A signal goes off on said radar when a woman that they find semi-attractive has her eyes on the prize. The prize being one guy, who she is moderately interested in or is considering making her sole interest. Wording on that could definitely better, but Jack Daniels and I are having a disagreement. Lo and behold, my man friend tells me that no, they don't have radar but they do have something called "Last Ditch Effort Mode". This kicks in when a woman's single window is closing, so they put it all out there and put their best foot forward to net said woman. Thank goodness this wasn't all in my head.

And thank goodness for an unbiased, straight-forward, often too honest male opinion. Update on my single female window soon.