To wrap up my Girly week, I thought I'd go into Manspeak.
For all you guys, I just want to say that I am not claiming to be fluent in Manspeak. It's more that I understand the gist of any given situation - after all, noone but a man can truly speak Manspeak. But I speak Manspeak kind of like how well you speak German after taking it throughout high school.
The guys at work appreciate that I know some Manspeak. Because for them it translates into if I wear a low-cut top I will not get offended if they look at my boobs. They're men, if it's on display they will look. And I kindof figure that if I didn't want them to look, I shouldn't have worn that top.
My girlfriends for the most part like that I can translate for them, for instance -
You slept with him on the first date?? Nope, sorry hon, the best you're going to get is fuck buddy.
Bean loves that I understand his Manspeak. Because for him, it means that as long as he's not drooling over the gorgeous 22 year old blonde that just walked by, I don't really care if he looks. My only request is that if he's going to be obvious enough for me to notice then she better be smokin.
And Oliver is beginning to learn of my Manspeak abilities.
Mom, can you take Tallulah over there??
Translation: There's a hot girl coming and I don't want her to see me hugging my mom and holding her hand.
Mom, I'm going to air dry after my shower, so can you knock before coming in?
Translation: I'm going to play with myself for awhile. Can you guard my door from Tallulah??
But mostly I really hope that in years to come Tallulah appreciates my knowledge.
So that maybe when I tell her dressing like a whore will make boys treat her like a whore, she will listen.