the eye of frustration

Thought provoke - or just a poke?
I sometimes wonder why my thoughts and musings center around those of the sexual nature. Frustration? or to be totally crass - not getting enough? I am thinking it's more in what lies in the rub - again, unmistakable sexual inuendo - but it's what I am.

Recently, I was out with some friends and invited over for drinks at a friend of a mutual acquaintenance and I thought - what the hell, why not? Why not should have been why not! After refusing his drunken come on, and his subsequent pouting (which surprisingly reminded me of my son when he was four - complete with bottom lip jutting out) and the 'i next to never get to cuddle' comment which was such a thinly veiled come-on I couldn't believe it...I as-graciously-as-I-could-muster departed from the scene but not before his remark that I was leaving waaay too late, that I had overstayed my welcome. Yes, I know. This was the tantrum of a spurned little boy in a man's body, but it got me to thinking: how can I still be so naive at my age? I actually, really thought that he had invited me over because he enjoyed my company, my little spurs and jokes, I had thought I might possibly have a new friend to spar with (he seemed intelligent enough)...but I was wrong. He even had gone on to tell me that I had misrepresented myself.

Now, taking this babe-in-the-woods out of the equation, it brings me back to that age-old problem: can men and women really be friends? I would like to think yes. Largely, because I have men friends. Do I think they want to have sex with me? No, well, maybe one or two - but others, no. And for those who think that I am just blissfully unaware - I do, in fact, know this for certain - largely because I am not their type. That is to say, I am a woman and that's not what they're looking for.

I really do believe that men and women can be friends - as long as expectations are clearly articulated at the beginning or as other feelings develop, as uncomfortable as it may be - these too are shared.
Oh well, I will count myself lucky on this point. I don't think I need a friend like that anyway...what lay beneath his whiskey-soaked demeanor was a bit of a tempest, and I definitely did not want to get stuck in the eye of that storm...or his frustration.