I am one who, for as long as I can remember, has been more comfortable talking with girls and women. And, sometimes, being a guy gets in the way. That said, I gravitate to a particular type of women: strong, serious, intelligent, and caring. As a kid, gender rarely intruded. Growing towards puberty, I found myself excluded from guy circles for my lack of sports ability (other than hiking and bicycling--do they qualify?) and my lack of interest in talking about girls from the guy's point of view. I took up knitting in college; guys ignored it, but girls gave me odd stares. As an adult, at dinner parties, I have always found myself the only male in the kitchen, because I have an interest in food and children, but find sports and business boring. I joined the League of Women Voters when mens could only be auxiliaries, and, when that rule was changed, was written up in the newspaper as the first male to be a full member in our city. Innumerable times, at committee meetings and the like, I've been so engrossed in the conversation that I forget my body, only to have one of the others ask: "Don't you feel uncomfortable being the only guy here?" No! One nice aspect of being married is that my wife is an entry ticket into the world of women. For instance, about a week ago a bunch of people came over to celebrate one of the Jewish holy days. Everyone left except for two women. We sat around talking and playing Boggle (I think too slowly to be good at that game). It was wonderful. Finally at 11:30, I had to excuse myself because I needed to be at work at 3:30 am, and wanted to get a little sleep. And I enjoy work because I work with a team of women (UPS, sorting smaller packages). Our boss is a lesbian who tends to send me home before some of the others; nevertheless, it is a pretty tight team, and I love it.
If I were to be completely honest, though, there are some men whose company I have enjoyed from time to time, and some women I tend to avoid.
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