Insulation is so sexy, baby.

The other day, I called a guy friend “baby.” Oh my gosh, I know. It was the most ridiculous thing to come out of my mouth.

Since re-entering the single world, I have sought out wisdom about my {lack of} game, which is a serious thing. (See this post if you don’t believe me.)

I have asked multiple people, this very serious question: 

“Can you call a guy ::ahem:: man ‘bud,’ ‘buddy,’ or ‘pal’ and it not immediately put you on the friend list because I just keep saying these things without meaning to and I don’t want to give off the wrong vibe?”

The answer is no, btw. At least that’s what I’ve been told. It says, “we’re friends.” Which is fine because, from what I’ve heard, if a guy is interested he won’t really mind if you have “friend-zoned” him and will pursue you until you’ve made that painstakingly evident. 

[Keep in mind this is all hearsay…what do I know, really?]

I have pouted and retorted that I can’t help it…I call everyone bud or pal. It’s a way of showing my affection, not a way to let you know I am uninterested. Though I can see how that would be effective. But nowhere in any of my conversations have I asked about calling a male friend baby.

I’m just that ridiculous I suppose. This is what happened:

 We were all hanging out in the kitchen, making dinner, and he asked if he could help me do something and in my no-really-I’ve-got-this-child voice, I said, “no, I’ve got it baby.” ::cringe::

Then there is the hustle for damage control as he, without missing one beat says, “Okay, baby.“

{Life rule number one: make friends who have a great sense of humor!}

I think I explained myself with something about how I call everyone baby…but here’s the deal…it’s not true. I call boys “baby.” Specifically, I call the three boys I take care of every week “baby.”

Derp. Apparently, I use the term too much…along with “bud,” “buddy,” and “pal.”

You guys, I couldn’t make this stuff up!? Who does this!? 

I mean, I am over here stumbling over the “M” word in trying to tell my life’s story to the same group of guys, but I can get baby out somehow.

There is a reason God gave Andy Stanley such wisdom in telling singles to take time off from dating to get their crap together. To save people like me from myself. 

But since I am just hear to talk about what you’re all thinking anyways…I am curious, are there rules? (Ok, I already know the answer to that at this point.)

I want to see all of your cards.

If a girl called you “bud” would you think anything of it?

If she called you “baby” would you think you were being oddly flirted with?

If you called me baby…I would laugh and think it was really strange but probably nothing more (at least until I mentioned it later to my favorite girls and they analyzed and examined every single curve of that “baby” to death.). If you called me any sort of nickname that was clearly something you would call your sister…I’d go ahead and put myself in your friendbox despite my feelings. Just would. Because you’re a guy and I’m me.

But again…I am just one weird girl, with no game, and a silly poker face.

Can I ask you one question though? I take your silence as a yes…

…are we over thinking things?

Fine…am I over thinking things?

The answer is hell to the yes.

Girls…cool it. Mess up. Be ridiculous. Stop worrying. Let your four letter word fly! {see what I did there? ;)} Stop wondering whether he’s falling in love with you, or you’re impressing anyone, or you’re on his radar.

Hear me say this:

You. Are. Not. Running. Out. Of. Time.

Time isn’t running out on you.

Life is life is life. 

And life is more than a marital status.

(More of this later…because it just keeps coming up.)

Guys…welcome to the mind of well, me. I can’t speak for any other girl. But you can’t say you haven’t been warned. 

Hugs, crazies.

Insulation is so sexy, baby.

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