one of the guys

all my friends here are guys. that's not exactly true. i have tons of girls. there are girls i love to chat with, eat with, get dressed with. but when it comes to my days, the people i hang around with, without alchohol, without a party, they're guys. saturday morning my phone rang at 2 (pm). berke stormed into my room to lift me out of bed. we're all going off campus, he said. food and a block party. i thought about how this is the first "we" i've been a part of. i knew who was included: berke, over 6 ft, ska kid from scarsdale who thinks too much and tells me everything, fritz, hippie sandiegon with a 4 inch halo of curly hair, matt, engineer computer nerd from chicago, who smoked for the first time with me on Friday, and lil' ol' me. they're the closest thing i have to a crew. we started because matt and i always get hungry at the same times, and berke goes where i go and fritz goes where matt goes. i we're on our way to the loop, and we pass a few girls i know. i wave hello, they do the same. when they've passed, fritz goes "damn, who are they?" berke, "can i get an introduction?" i laughed and knew i had crossed over. i'm not one of the guys, but i'm close enough. is it just that i relate better to guys? is it even easier when you're already in a relationship? at lunch i said we should all go to a strip club sometime. i really wasn't kidding, but i'm not sure they believed me. "what a woman" they said.