Channeling my Inner Dude

For some reason, I've always felt that I've had more guy-like tendencies than most girls.

No, I'm not into chicks.

But I do love reading sci-fi and fantasy novels (like 'Lord of the RIngs,' NOT like that romantic fantasy BS with Fabio on the cover), I adore action movies, and my sense of direction is superior to most.

Take for example the 'Transporter' films.  Many girls wouldn't let their BF's drag them kicking and screaming to see these movies, and if they did, they'd gossip to their girlfriends the next day about how awful it was and how hideous their BF's movie taste is.

Not me.  I love those films - well, maybe not the third one so much...even the fights were lame.  But I can watch Jason Statham kick butt any day of the week.  No, not because he's ripped, but because I admire his martial arts skills and the fact that he does his own stunts (for the most part).  The dude rules.  He's the dudeliest.

Luckily, none of this seems to bother my fiance.  It just gives us more to talk about.

I'll never forget, though, the day my mom found out that I watched so many episodes of "The A-Team" and "Knight Rider" in my youth that I have more memory of those shows than I do my own elementary school friends' names.  Ah, the look of horror that crossed her face when she realized how much crappy testosterone-fueled television I imbibed behind her back as a young child!

The books are all her fault, though.  She got into reading sci-fi with my uncle when they were kids, and therefore my house growing up was packed to the gills with Asimov and Heinlein. I had a book in front of my face as soon as I learned to read (which was at a ridiculously young age), and it was never any of that sappy girly nonsense.  My version of chick lit was Nancy Drew.  Because she was a total bad-ass.

Maybe it's because of all this that I ended up being more likely to want to catch "Crank 2: High Voltage" rather than go clothes shopping or paint my nails.  And why I usually relate more in conversation to dudes than chicks...hence my sad lack of lady-friends.

Sometimes I'm a little embarrassed by how guy-like my tastes seem to be.  Then again, I do enjoy some "girly" things, like frou frou martinis and cooking dinner for my fiance.

As long as we can have a full-blown kung fu battle with the kitchen utensils afterward.