Not long ago, I, Nancy Basile, attended a murder mystery dinner party. My best friend and I were seated across from a young couple. They were engaged and had just moved to the area. As adult strangers do at dinner parties, the four of us began talking about where we were from, how we grew up, where we lived and what we did for a living. My friend and the young woman, it turned out, were both nurses. The young man was in law enforcement, he said. Upon further questioning he revealed he worked for immigration. My friend and I were suitably impressed.
Then the table turned to me to find out what I did for a living. I said I wrote about TV cartoons. The young couple gave me a bemused look, with furrowed brows, which is common when I tell folks about my job. I explained I wrote about cartoons like The Simpsons, Family Guy, South Park and adult swim. The young man perked up and said, “You watch South Park?” I replied, “It’s one of my favorite shows.” While his fiancé rolled her eyes, he pointed at me and said, “You’re one in a million!” I blushed.
I would much rather watch Gerard Butler team up with his mates against the Chechnians in Rock ‘N’ Rolla, than, say, woo Katherine Heigl in The Ugly Truth. The only time I visit gossip websites is to drool over the latest pics of testosterone-pumped celebs, much like a guy trolls the Web looking for silicon-pumped celebs. I prefer reading Esquire to Redbook. I can’t drink wine, but bring me a flight of beers with every dinner and I’m happy. I hate shopping, unless it’s for action figures at my local comic book store.
So, yeah, I’m a girl who likes guy stuff. And if you’re a single guy reading this (chances are pretty good) here’s a tip: I’m not alone. You’re just not looking hard enough for the girl whose happy to pick up a controller and start wasting your friends in Call of Duty: Black Ops.
— Douglas Sloan (@vrdjs143) June 24, 2015