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It’s been a while since my last prattle and despite my awe-inspiring ability to come up with jibberish in 5 milliseconds flat, I haven’t been finding enough time to actually sit down in front of the computer  and conjure up, in my opinion; a decent blog post.

Not until I started Uni that I realized I have come a long way since my acne adolescent years. From hairstyles to wardrobe to genres of music, I find myself listing down only a handful of things that remained the same like my love for chocolates or Britney Spears. 

Favourites and priorities I never thought would change somehow subconsciously did for me throughout the years, and even though I hate admitting it, I know I have grown up. For instance I would never be caught dead  watching reruns of Lizzie Mcguire or come to my senses that getting a boyfriend isn’t as fulfilling as I thought back when I was a pudgy sixth grader and as for the circle of friends I made back then, they aren’t exactly the same as the ones I currently have. 

Ever since I started boarding school most of my good friends were girls. Often do I come across dim-witts who come up with the impression that I surround myself with dumb booze drinking loud mouth party chicks just because that is their notion of me and personally I am offended. Contrary to popular speculating beliefs, I choose my friends and it is safe to say that they are very much educated as well as morally and religiously integrated girls thank you very much.

These days I find myself longing for the companionship of a female like I did back in highschool, and even though I had a brief friendship in Uni a while back, I never really regretted calling her my best friend, but that’s a different story. 

Anyways,  I hate it when people think I purposely surround myself with guys as if I had the luxury of making it a lifestyle choice in the first place. Too many times have I mentioned that my Uni is a friggin sausage fest, and for some who still can’t manage to interpret what that means, please don’t hesitate to shoot yourself.

Even though I would never in a gajillion years give up my old girl friends, I must admit that having male companions does have its perks and indeed I have come a long way since my shy timid teenage years of having a close knit group of girlfriends. 

Needless to say I would never trade my new friends either because spending 85% of my time on campus has made each of us closer and life would be less bearable without them. Plus, if I ever did I would probably end up walking alone in the hallways.

With every cloud there is a silver lining and even though I am not a big fan of seeing the glass as half full, the odds are against me as each semester breezes through faster than the last.

So here are my reasons why I prefer to hang out with my Guy Friends rather than the Girls I have just been acquainted with.

1. They Don't Judge

I could tell them that I stand while I pee and despite the cringes and the awkward pause, they would still be my friends without judging the fact that I don't have the proper instrument for a stunt like that. Or in my case they would forget that I was a girl in the first place and reply "So?".

2.We Eat At Same Speed

The thing about me is I hate waiting for people, especially when I am done with my meal and they are still halfway through theirs. The one thing I don't understand is why can't some girls eat faster? They talk a lot more than the average male, I am sure that is enough to maintain the stamina of the jaw.

3.We Eat, period.

I hate girls who complain that they are fat right after a meal. Most of the girls who do don't even have meat in the first place. I know that I am guilty of that, but hearing someone doing the same is irritating. Therefore being the only girl in the group, I wouldn't have to hear the guys complain about packing a few kilos, which makes the whole experience of eating that much more enjoyable. I love food. Surrounding myself with people of the same adoration makes my adrenaline pump and my eyes roll  to the back of my head with pleasure at each bite of my food.
If the scenario, were to however involve a fat chick complaining about her waist I would be in a real dilemma. Do I tell her that she is a whale slightly overweight? Or do I deny it?

4. Honestly Honest

Which brings me to the fourth point. You can always count on a guy to be brutally honest, because dudes will express their point of views. I like that about guys. If you don't want to know the truth, why bother asking for an expecting answer? You are better off talking in front of the mirror and showering yourselves with things you want to hear. Of course, people who practice this will end up in an asylum. True story.

5. Drama? Nooooo

 You can never intentionally offend your guy friends. I tried on various occasions and it was an epic fail, eventually it all ends the same; banters amongst each other lasts as long as the day does. There are once or twice that we do hurt each other's feelings mind you boys aren't just a walking pair of balls, but it ends in ways far more civilized than girls. No backstabbing. No lying. No payback.

6. We Share The Same Sense of Humour.

As much as this scares me it is a good thing too. None of us are easily offended and despite how lame, stupid or vulgar the inside joke is, it never fails to leave me laughing. Most girls don't get my humour, and as much as I love my old girlfriends, I can't just tell them a sex joke and expect the to roll on the floor laughing. It would be awkward, and I would probably get "the look".

7. Boys tell you about boys.

After all who better to know the opposite sex than the opposite sex themselves. Numerous occasions do they help me decipher the complicated species, and even though I know they secretly feel like sawing their ears off with my problems, they are always there to listen without fail.

So if you ask me why I am mostly surrounded with guys and not girls? Ignore the fact that I am taking engineering, you did before anyways. These are my reasons but it doesn't mean I would give up a day of hanging with any of my girl besties otherwise I would have to make do with my Mum being my bridesmaid. The horror I tell you.

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