Because they suck at it. There have been, um, recent “events” in my circle of friends that has been quite gossip evoking. However, my knowledge of the events is all second-hand. The hands feeding me the gossip? Both boys. Which leaves me in quite a position. A position of little information. Recent conversations have gone something like this:
Boy, off-handedly: Did you hear about what happened on Saturday?
Me, with intrigue: No. What?
Boy: So it looks like several of the girls at Amy’s* party were interested in John**.
Me, in surprise: Really?!
And then he gets up and walks away. Huh? You can’t just drop a bomb like that and then leave me hangin’! So I follow up with John to see why everyone was saying there was a “thing” going on.
John: Hey! So I went to a party on Saturday and finally met Amy. Now it all makes sense.
Me: Yeah? So how was the party?
John: Oh I got to hang out with Jason*** so that was fun.
Me: So with all the girls there you manage to hook up?
And that was pretty much the end of that. Do I get any details? Nope. Any “he said, she said?” Nadda. These boys are KILLING ME. Thankfully, I am getting together with some of my trusty girlfriends tomorrow and I am sure details will be forth-coming.
*Name changed to protect the innocent.
**Name changed to protect the guilty.
***No name change necessary. He is a good guy.