Boys and girls cannot be friends?

Boys and girls cannot be friends?
To all my guy friends. To all my friends who truly believe that a girl-boy friendship is possible.

Here are some short stories about me wanting to be friend with a guy (as I am used to do back home). All friendship opportunity failed greatly!

guy#1: Texting me... and his girlfriend

Short Story #1: I decided once to spend a day in Jalapa, where there was una feria de maiz. It’s sort of village party, with games and stuff, lots of bear, a band, stand presenting corn product (they make liquor from corn!), seemed to be a lot of fun but it’s quite far so I end up arriving there at 1h pm. The last bus to go back home is at 4h pm so not so long before I arrived, I decided that I would spend the night over there. In the bus, I am sitting next to that guy who looks nice, we talk for an hour. When we get there, he offers me to spend the afternoon with him and friends. We have a great time. We get to play all these games and eat weird corn food. We are having a great time. Anyways, at some point his friend called so we get to meet her. She is in fact his girlfriend. He said he was single. But they all do. And they are all married. Anyways, his girlfriend did not seem to be so happy to see me… She told me they have been together for 8 months, he told me she was one of his girlfriends (one among many with who he sleeps). Anyways, here is not the point. The point is that, later, we are having diner; me, him, her and another friend of theirs. He is texting me dirty stuff. He is saying that he wants to go alone with be somewhere else. That I am pretty (of course!), that he is single (not!), that he loves me, he is in love with me.... you see where it’s going. He texted me about 15 times. I did answer his first 2 messages to remind him that he had a girlfriend sitting just in front of him but I’ve never texted him back anything else. Later that night, he left the girlfriend behind at the hotel and tried to get away with me somewhere else. He tried to kiss me. Couple of minutes later, I met these other two guys with whom I talk for a while, trying to get rid of that guy #1. And here comes short story 2.

Girlfriend, friend and guy#1

Short Story #2:  These two guys were at first sight, pretty nice. They were a bit shy, not so ambitious. It was nice talking to them to get away from guy #1. Therefore, I got in a bar with them but I am all super pissed by this first guy. So, I am really not that of a good company. We had one beer. During this, I got at least 5 calls from guy #1. I did not answer the phone. They walked me back to my Hotel, not so late, so I can go to sleep. But the thing was that guy #1 was also staying at my Hotel, with his girlfriend. He stayed in the room next to mine. But here was not the problem. The problem came when I realized that my door couldn’t lock from the inside. There was no way that I would sleep there, wondering at what time I would get raped by this crazy guy. So I went to see the girl at the front desk to change room, which she helped me doing as soon as she realized that guy #1 was a pain in the ass. But here doesn’t stop short story #1 neither short story #2. (Guy #1 kept on calling me all 10 minutes all night. I had to put my celphone on mute so I could sleep.) Once I arrived back home. I got a text message from guy #2. He was asking if I made it home. I answered that I was all good and thought it was nice of him to ask if I was alright. But I didn’t realise that he would also get all crazy about be. Later, he sent me about 20 text messages all saying how much he liked me (let’s remember here that I was all pissed and really not cheerful and nice as I can be) and he wanted to see me back and stuff. Then he said that he would really want to kiss me, spend the night with me, invite me to his prom, and sooooooo on. Let’s pass the details. But really, what happened to this shy nice guy #2? We do not know. He kept on texting for a week. Then he stopped.

So you will tell me: Val, you are stupid, you shouldn’t give your phone number to anyone!!! Well, now, I do not give my number to anyone anymore. If I need to, I take their number, and then call them from my house phone. (so they don’t get my number) But you know, that really didn’t help me that much. Listen, I received a call yesterday from the waiter at the restaurant where I go for lunch. (I never gave him my number) He wanted to see how I was doing (I didn’t have lunch at his restaurant for a week and he heard I was sick so he asked my number to one of my colleague and then called me. He even asked my where I lived, so he could visit and check on me later this week. You can be sure I didn’t tell him though... and you will see why in Short Story #3.

Short Story #3: Since I have learnt not to give my phone number to anyone, I get less weird text messages. But the problem is that a lot of people in Somoto know where I live... you know... I am the gringa who lives near the Pali. So that other guy, guy #3 who works at the hotel where we had our SUCO conference in September, is quite nice. Omar and I, both think he is a nice guy. So one day, I met him in the street, he asked my where I was going, I was going to the grocery store (Pali). He said he would walk with me since he had to go there too. (Logical! There is only one grocery store in town.) It is 5h30 pm. He said he had to go somewhere at 7pm and he was sort of looking for something to do between 5h30 and 7h00. We got at Pali. I bought 2 beers. He did the same. He ended up walking to my house. He kind of invited himself in to drink a beer... or two. Then he wouldn’t leave.  I had to kick him out since I was having diner. Omar was away for the week end and I decided that I would watch movies that night.  Later that night, guy #3 came back to my house 4 times to ask me out. All four times I declined the offer. At first, I was nice. At the end I was rude and not nice at all. The next day, he came back... same thing, about 5 times. Every hour, he came to my window and talked to me, I was literally ignoring him. Not even talking to him. He was staying there for 10 minutes and then left. He came back an hour later, did the same thing. He did that all night. Next day, Sunday, I kept the windows and doors closed all day. It was really hot in my house but I liked that better than being harassed by the guy #3 again. At night, Omar came back so the front door was open. And guess who came by!??? Guy #3. I had to tell Omar to deal with him to tell him not to ever come back to our house. He did not but now, I see him in average 3 times a week in the streets of Somoto. He is everywhere.  

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Anyways, these are three nice short stories that I wanted to share with you to justify why I think it is impossible to make guy friends... But do not think I am hopeless... I did make some Sport friends with whom I practice volleyball and boxe. You will learn more about my sport activities later on.