This is my classified ad for what’s missing in my life. No offense to current lady friends. I’m just a little weird. For some reason I am more comfortable around men and tend to like traditional ‘male’ activities more than ‘female’ ones.

It all started when my husband was going on his annual ‘Man Weekend’. This consists of a bunch of dudes going up north for a weekend to drink beer, sit around a fire, golf thru the woods, drink beer, sleep in a cabin, drink beer, and come home smelly. This should NOT sound like a good time to a girl, but that is exactly what I want to do on a weekend get-a-way! Needless to say, I was jealous. I was a bit of a whiner. Shocking, I know.

Well, my husband is pretty great and encouraged me to plan my own weekend get-a-way with my girlfriends. However, my girlfriends would not want to do that. Don’t get me wrong, I know I can talk them into a girls trip; I just can’t talk them into one with beers, woods, and no showers. They would rather stay at a bed and breakfast, do a spa day, maybe some shopping, nice dinner, and wine. I don’t blame them. They are the normal ones. I remember last year my friend called me to invite me to go antiquing with all the wives on Sunday while the boys watched football. I had to politely try to explain that I would rather sit around with a bunch of dudes watching football and drinking beer than shopping. (I like to shop, but only by myself. Girls take too long.)

I’m sure my friends get mad at me. They probably should. It’s not that I don’t love girls, I do! I love my friends. I just feel like I fit in better with men.

But, here’s the problem: a married woman can’t hang out with dudes all the time, it’s weird. Can you imagine leaving my husband home with the kids while I go on a man weekend? Yeah right. I can hang out with my husband and his friends (my friends too) but I’m sure they want some time away from chicks, and then we have to get a sitter. I have a guy friend that I have known since I was 14, but it would be weird if the 2 of us went out for a bite to eat and drinks.

Sometimes I wonder if there is something wrong with me, but then I get over it. Why dwell on it? Just because I am different doesn’t mean I’m wrong. I shouldn’t try to do things when I know I won’t enjoy it. Life is too short.

So, my only solution is to try to find some women that also like to drink and gamble and watch sports and play bags and communicate only by texts. That should be a piece of cake, right?