Girls and prom!

Okay, so it has taken me a few days to get on here, I am sorry, I have been a little 'busy'. I will tell you all about that later, but for now, lets blog, because if I don't I won't.

So, lets get back to the focus of this blog, one to talk about sports, two to have some fun, and three, to make up some other junk. This is the other junk part. I received the inspiration, if you will, while talking to a dear friend of mine about girls and how much time they waste on things. For example, she had spent the entire day working on a Halloween outfit. Now, I might be wrong but it seems that if you are going to spend so much time on something, that you should have it fit some purpose longer then three hours. You spend all day working on something to wear it for what, a whole three hours. 12 hours of work for three hours, if that.

The best example that I have of this is prom. Now, for all you guys out there who read this you know what I am talking about (that includes me seeing that I am writing about this). Prom for us, is the most fake smile lets have fun thing we could do. The only reason why we go through with it is to make you girls happy. For us guys, we wouldn’t mind wearing a nice shirt and some jeans, but instead, we go out, we get a suit, a hair cut, buy some flowers, get reservations at some nice restaurant where we know we aren’t going to like the food, and spend all this money and time for something we would almost rather do with out. I mean, come on, how many guys do you know walk into the tux shop the day before prom and ask if they could get fitted? I know a bunch, and not to mention, the guys who do go early had one of the following pushing them about it, their parents, their dates friends, or their date (most likely a girlfriend or want to be girlfriend.)

On the other hand, we have the girls. For crying out loud, my sister has already spent some time looking at prom dresses and hair styles over the internet, and its not even Christmas! Most girls, they force the prom issue. I mean its early March and prom is in late April, and they are already trying to get guys to ask them. Why? “Because they must have time,” as one of my prom dates mom explained. Girls must have time, its real simple. They need more then two months to pick out the right dress, make a hair appointment, find the right make-up, get the perfect purse, and who could forget the jewelry? How dare we forget that!

Not only do they spend two months working on this, but they then go on to spend the entire day to get ready. They start at about nine or so and work from their. They have to get up and shower and wash their hair and all that junk so the stylist can work with. That is easily three hours, if not more. Then they have to make sure that the make-up gets on just right, and if not, they must start all over again. They can’t eat anything for lunch or they just might not fit into the dress they got. Then they have to put the dress on, which takes at least two if not more girls to do. I mean, you can’t let it touch the hair or the make up. You have all that done and they must put the jewelry on and organize the purse. If it doesn’t work out like planned, if there is any problem, it is the worst day of that girls life.

In the end, you go to pick up the girl and you aren’t sure if you can even shake her hand, yet alone give her a hug. Don’t joke about messing with their hair, that’s an automatic death wish. Of course you have to be ever so careful for pictures. You can’t touch the hair and you dare not step on the dress either, but yet you need to get in all nice and close for pictures. On top of all that, if we don’t look good enough, we don’t care enough and we are mean, hateful, jerks. Pictures are all nice and done, and so is the death threat. I mean, who cares what happens now, you already have the pictures, which took all of ten minutes to take.

So, please, explain to me why we went through all that pain. I mean, I left out at least a million details if not more, and we still have pretty lengthy blog. Not to mention, how many wasted hours for a picture, a picture. That’s it, one picture of two smiling faces that, while they maybe a little more pretty, convey the same person. So, they have a nice dress and suit on, big deal!
I mean, things like this, really make me wonder why I even like girls. All this work for a few pictures… is it worth it? Well, sadly, it some how is. After all, at the end of the day, I still like girls. I would just ask they do me the slightest favor, don’t complain when things don’t work out perfectly. You already look amazing, who cares if that one hair on your head won’t stay. Other then that, wear a mood ring as well, so we know how your feeling. God speed.