After listening to one of the caller of DJ Chacha’s #hearbeats about her being “one of the boys” as her defense for sending a topless picture of herself to one of her male coworker and went with him after speaking to him in only two weeks (without her lover’s knowledge)…
I suddenly remember another girl who used exactly the same term for herself. My older cousin.
I can’t tell her name here, so let’s call her De.
I grew up as a tomboy, and those I treated as true friends all the way to my preteen years were boys. Mainly because I never really consider myself as a girl.
Yeah. Blame it on my father who raised me like a son.
But once I hit puberty, I saw how the boys seem to look at me differently, treated another way, so I stay away and keep a few girlfriends I can stand.
But De started calling herself “one of the boys,” when she just wanted every boy with her to get a look under her skirts. Whenever I warned her to be careful as she might get pregnant, she ignored me.
I never cared much what she does until I got my first boyfriend.
Let me make this clear. I know I looked cute since childhood. But I was flat as a washboard, and I lack waistline. So I looked like a kid when I was fifteen.
I have complex over my kiddy appearance for years.
My first boyfriend was 19 years old. We become acquainted for 4 months before he told me he likes the 13-year-old me. He never asked for my age. I never told him. He wanted to be my boyfriend. I misunderstood and thought, “a friend who is a boy”=boyfriend.
So I told him I thought he already was (my boyfriend). He didn’t correct me. But when I finally understood what relationship he wanted, I didn’t mind either. I was not in love. I was curious.
De “being one of the boys” immediately turned on the charm when I introduced him. She also changed her clothes into something that show all her curves. I later found out from my boyfriend that few of his friends invited her to “have fun” and instead of refusing, she invited him to join.
I’m guessed that my boyfriend then, who couldn’t do anything more than kiss me once, tried to make me jealous. De admitted years later that he was telling the truth.
De is now a single mom.
The thing that annoyed me about De calling herself “one of the boys” is that she is using it as an excuse for her actions. I hate girls who tries to show who they aren’t the most.
There is nothing wrong with being a playgirl. In fact, I respect girls who openly admits it because it’s honest. But what De did is just annoying. She’s gaving the girls who truly is “one of the boys” a bad name.