Monthly Archives: November 2010

Frenemies. The friends you wish you didn’t have but somehow they always manage to find their way into your life. You get so used to this sort of arrangement that you start creepily enjoying it and before you know it, they have managed to make you just like them- TWO FACED.

I used to cringe at the thought of a person being two-faced, thinking I was much better than to get involved with any of that tasteless crap. Yet I now find myself having frequent coffees with my frenemy, making backhanded low-blows her way while trying to dodge the ones she sends my way.All the while asking myself why why why?

And mind you, this is a talent acquired with time. From close observation I know that many people here and elsewhere function this way. It’s passive aggressiveness at it’s best and it’s contagious. It’s the over-enthusiastic “HIIIII” that you hear yourself blurt out when you meet the frenemy and it’s the ” **shrug** why do I even bother with her?” bitching  session when she leaves.

Guys are baffled by this talent us girls have. They just don’t understand why “girls” are ” like this.” But really? Why? Why can’t we just rid ourselves of the people that annoy us and simply surround ourselves with real quality? Have we just surrendered to what’s available or do we all just enjoy being nasty? Or, are we afraid of removing the FR in Frenemy and having enemies? Thoughts? Bisoux

I can’t but complain to Y’all about this… Have you ever tried to pull-out cash from an ATM Machine in Lebanon only to have the next person in line, stand right by your side or right behind you, obnoxiously peering in to your screen while you’re sorting out your finances!?  You try to convince yourself at first that this person is either lost or confused and probably just double-checking to see whether this ATM is in fact an ATM.

But when you start feeling their breath on your shoulder you realize that this person plans on making you hurry so that they can use the machine sooner.

I turn around and usually glare at the person, you know the “ get the hell away from me” look,  but they just don’t freakin get it. They look at you with either empty eyes or shoot you an annoyed look stopping just short of telling you “KHALSEENA!”

Yesterday I just couldn’t take it anymore and  yelled at the man standing side-by-side to me. I asked him if he wanted to “ insert my pin” since he was so set on sharing this experience with me. He just mumbled something weird and didn’t move.

Have you ever walked into a pharmacy hoping to have a private conversation with the pharmacist about a medical condition only to suddenly find the next customer suddenly appear next to you bluntly listening to your conversation? Better yet, when that person gets impatient he/she starts moving even closer until they decide to shove their prescription between you and the pharmacist.

Why are these incidents so frequent in Lebanon-  why do a lot of people try to cut you off in line, why can’t we wait for conversations to be over before we jump in? Which brings me to the question: why is the concept of personal space so foreign? Or do we simply just not care? Bisoux

“SOME Lebanese men have a wandering eye.” That’s a common conception.

They’re always looking for the next best thing.  They can have the hottest girl in town and still check out every other girl they come across. Heck, they may even cheat on their gorgeous girlfriends with the most average-looking chick. Why? Because they can. Because she was willing- and he’ll take whatever he can get. How many guys do you know who have walked away from an easy lay?  Not many eh?

They’re all about getting as much as they can without getting caught. Maybe it’s an ego thing. Maybe mamma shouldn’t have pridefully called him a heart breaker since he was 4.

It sux the most when they check you out even when they’re with their girlfriends, and they do that a lot here. What’s worse is when the girlfriend begins giving you the death look. It’s like ” shou? now It’s my fault I needed to pass by your table to get to  the washroom? Believe me, the last thing I wanted to do is steal your cheating baboon…”

My post titled “Your boyfriend may be hitting on me” from back in February also discusses what happens when that baboon happens to be your friend’s boyfriend.

So, who do we blame for our men’s obvious indiscretions, is it the girlfriends that turn a blind eye to this sort of behavior, testosterone, or the tramps that are willing to sleep with men already in relationships?  You tell me. Bisoux

Update: After much feedback- I would like to stress that the author’s  observations do not represent the majority of Lebanese men- there exists a group of honest, loyal, conscientious, decent,genuine men in this country that have eyes only for the beautiful women in their lives. They are so great, we’d like to have their babies.