"Typical female" is not something I had been called in a while, and friends have guffawed at his remark. The thought that I could be corralled into a group of stereotypical, mindless, and vindictive women was hard to fathom. He had seemed so interested, at the time, and his words of "I love you" he had sworn were genuine.
Realizing everything he said--not just that week but in posts for months--could have been a line, well, that leads a girl to ponder. How much effort is it worth for a guy, however sleezy, to say things to get a girl into bed? How about when she refuses him? Could some of it been genuine? Am I worth Facebook profile stalking, really, when the end result is nothing?
Okay, past history of a guy's constant marriage proposals, long-term close friends trying to force themselves on me, married friends offering to leave their wives, couples asking me to join in with them, etc., should not only creep me out but get me to realize I am seen in a sexual (if disturbing) fashion. I don't tend to consider it seriously because they are not men I am interested in.
Recent history has also taught me that guys profess their love for the most bizarre reasons. Closeted gay friends mean it as a sister, lonely and sex-obsessed ones mean they are merely lusting after you, and attached ones mean "if my life had turned out differently..." I get these professions of love fairly regularly, it seems, but they are all rather meaningless.
That's not to say I don't appreciate the thoughts of these male friends, but such flattery and affection still leaves me alone and single, just as before--sometimes more frustrated at what those three words used to mean between two people and what they still mean coming from me.
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