Monday, March 9, 2009
Playing with the boys
"Sorry Chrissie, the other girls won't get here until after 10."
"That's okay," said my man, "She can hang."
And so hang I did. With the guys. With wrestling on TV and beer in hand, I infiltrated guy's night an an attempt to get closer to my guy and his interests.
But sometime in between "renouncing marriage" and "grabbing another cold one," an issue of Playboy ended up on my man's lap with instructions for him to open it.
Let me tell you this: I am no prude. I've seen/read/re-read more than one issue of Playboy and I have no problems with my man enjoying a subscription.
But what I've never seen is it brought out family style at a social gathering.
"Hey, could you pass the chips and let me see that naked chick again?"
I pointed out how fake her _____ were and how flat her bottom was. To which I was told, "You're ruining this for me."
And all I could think was how a man would feel if a chick brought out her most recent issue of "HUGE MEN IN THONGS" and threw it on the lap of a newly engaged gal saying, "Check out page 17, he's AMAZING!"
Would those guys not find the comparison uncomfortable? Would they not instinctively feel as if they were being compared to perfection or is that only a result faced by women striving to meet a particular standard?
I couldn't help but feel like I wanted to disappear.
Because her bare body sprawled across his lap made me feel naked and vulnerable and the room full of men who were starring at her aroused only my discomfort.
As the pages were turned one of the guys exclaimed, ""I was anticipating her to look better!"
And all I could think was how he wasn't the only one expecting more.