"...In Which Lennon Has Many Mouths to Feed..."

So, I was thinking about a talk I had with a friend recently about relationships and why I don't have a particular taste to be in one and it made me think about my platonic friends (well, most of them are platonic, anyway). They're mainly women because I don't have the stomach to hang out with large groups of men for longer than five minutes (I have my reasons, but that's another blog topic). I was at work recently and every single one of my female coworkers seems to be....in a mood. As I was recounting this to a friend, he told me that if women share a space regularly for an extended amount of time, their menstrual cycles tend to occur closer to each other. I'd heard this before, but I believed it to be an old wives tale (I get a lot of those living in the south).

It occurred to me...there are a lot of women in my life and I love them all. I'm always there when they need me and I always will be. But that's a lot. A lot of feelings, a lot of menstrual cycles, 2 a.m. phone calls, venting, a lot of man problems to listen to, boyfriends to pretend I don't approve of, tall things to grab off the high shelf, heavy things to lift, opinions on hairstyles, opinions on outfits, doors to open, chairs to pull out, purses to hold, more menstrual cycles, toilet seats to remember to leave down....and that's just the ones I don't sleep with.

And I'm supposed to want to sign up for a relationship, too? Just thinking out loud today.