Girls how to be smart. It was a brilliant idea. It was even the best idea. Do you know what the acronym stands for? Boys to be tough. Not that I’m looking for a commitment right now, but I wonder what the girls will be wearing. I thought they should be all in black. Like Rihanna. And maybe the gloves they make you wear at sporting events should be red, white and blue and each one has a little flag attached. I’m all for individuality, but this would be a little much. This is why there are a lot of guys who think they know everything. Guys who have learned how to hit on girls and date them and get a few minutes of “together time” with them and then they go back to being single again, or at least a bachelor. Sometimes I wonder if I’m one of those guys. I don’t really think so. I’m pretty sure I’m not.

But I have watched enough of that TV show Sex and the City to be an expert at womanizing. I’m not trying to disrespect Carrie Bradshaw’s relationship, but is it really necessary to talk about it every other episode? It gets old. It has gotten old for a lot of people. I know it has gotten old for me. I know I have tired of it. Like I have done with so many things. Like the color red. Or the lingo. Especially the lingo. I still don’t understand the lingo. Like the lingo for men and women. Are we really supposed to think we’re being culturally sensitive when we refer to women as the weaker sex? I don’t know.

Maybe. I never really thought about it. I think it has something to do with the fact that I’m not really interested in women. I’m attracted to them, but not in the same way I am to men. I can’t explain it. I just can’t explain it. I know I’m not making any sense. Sometimes, when I think I’m making sense, it’s like I just admitted I don’t understand the lingo. Then it makes me feel stupid. It’s crazy.

I realize it’s crazy. Why would I make up things like that? It’s not like I’m this deep thinker. I’m not. I’m not. Can I tell you something? I can’t even believe I just admitted that. Crazy. And if I’m crazy, why do I keep saying it? It’s not like I even know if I’m crazy. Why do I keep saying it? I just said I’m not crazy. Maybe I’m crazy. It’s a lot easier to believe that than to know. What if I am crazy? Maybe I am. Am I? Are we going to get that cup of coffee now? We’ll sit in the sun and enjoy each other’s company and I won’t be thinking about girls. I hope not. I’m so sick of girls. I am so sick of girls. And boys.

I don’t know if I should say this. I have no idea what kind of reception I’ll get. Probably nothing. Because I’m crazy. I just said I’m crazy. I wonder if anyone will think I’m weird. I’m going to have to tell people at work that I’m not the type of guy who wants to date a girl. So I won’t be the kind of guy who dates a girl.

That’s what I’m saying. I’ll be the kind of guy who doesn’t date girls. That’s what I’m going to say. Does that make me weird? Is that how people think? You’re not supposed to date girls. You’re not supposed to date girls. What do you think? You’re not supposed to date girls? What am I, a church kid? That’s all I’m saying. It’s for the best. Maybe I’ll tell this guy friend I’ve got, Charles, right away. But if I don’t, I’ll be the kind of guy who doesn’t date girls. I’ll be the kind of guy who doesn’t date girls. That’s all I’m saying. Maybe I won’t tell him at all. Maybe I’ll just think about it and think about it and think about it and eventually I’ll just forget about it. Maybe I’ll just forget about it. I don’t know.

It’s like I said. I don’t know why I’m thinking about it. It’s the most I’ve thought about girls in a really long time. I’m going to take my shower, maybe I’ll say something about it. He’ll say that I’m making it up to get attention. I’ll say that I don’t need attention. But then I’ll realize I do need attention. So maybe I will. So what? He’ll think I’m crazy. I can’t make any headway in my mind about whether or not it’s a good idea to tell Charles. So why do I even waste time thinking about it? It’s crazy to even be considering it. So I won’t. Maybe I’ll think about it after I’m in the shower. I don’t want to tell him.