It's not that I don't like being a boy, but sometimes it feels like- we got the short end of the stick- always. Lower pay, stereotypes that we can't drive, and we're bad at math- I mean- that's not entirely false, I do suck at math. But why does the guy have to be the one staying home and taking care of the family while the wife gets to work?
I'm getting too ahead of myself, I don't even have a girlfriend.
"Good morning, Feyfey!" the chipper voice of my best friend manages to brighten my entire morning.
"Good morning, Chipo! I love those pants on you, they work so well with your eyes."
"Well, that jacket looks so cute on you." He responds.
Standing before me, Chipo wears his usual attire, light blue pants that match both his eyes and his baby blue hair. He wears a sweater vest over his button up shirt, that he wears carelessly loose.
Its not just his shirt, his entire outfit is loose, the belt around his waist is barely secured, the ski goggles mounted to his head practically move with his hair- as though showing enough to entice, yet never anything revealing.
It all matches his attitude, carefree and always moving with the motions.
"Whatsup Chipo." Like a walking wall, a girl named Rose struts over. She's the typical jock, build of a bull and the brains of a baboon.
"Good morning, Rose." Chipo practically sings, directing all his attention to her.
"What do you say we go to karaoke after class?" She towers over him with that demanding presence.
"Hehe, Rose, don't be silly, you know I have to study for the upcoming test."
"Awe, c'mon, why don't I help you study at karaoke?" She states, moving closer to him. Placing her arm above him, she blocks any exit.
Despite the encasement, Chipo doesn't seem all that bothered by her forward advances. "Well, I suppose- But you have to promise me that we'll actually study."
"Yea, yea; its a promise. See you tonight, Chipo."
With that successful hunt, Rose returns to her seat with a confident grin.
"Lucky you, they're all over you."
"No girl has asked you out yet?" He questions.
My eyes flatten as I can feel my body slouch in defeat. "Got groped on the train three times today, does that count?"
"Well, they certainly have good taste." He winks in retort.
"Wha- I'm being serious. Why are there so many perverse women? Can't even have a morning without being looked at like an object."
"I dont know, sometimes, those older women have tons of money. Use your worm to do some fishing, maybe you catch a big one."
"I'm not going to be a gold digger!"
"No need to get your briefs in a bunch, I was just kidding."
"I just wish they would- they would- know true love."
Chipo lets out a sigh. "This again? Still hoping for a princess to swoop you off your feet like some fairytale prince."
"I-" Damn, he's so right. It feels so childish, yet... "I just mean- something more romantic than a one night stand, some woman only seeing me for my body."
"In this day and age? Good luck. Dont go trying to make a fire during a rainstorm."