I love being a woman and celebrating sisterhood, but sometimes I want to shake some of my fellow hermanas. There is just too much competition amongst women. We sharpen our claws when a cutie passes by and pounce during a game of he-said-she-said. And lets not forget how quickly some women turn on each other when success knocks on our doors. Can we say hateration?
Unfortunately, as much as I strive to unite womankind, I found myself in the typical woman-against-woman scenario. I was at a bar with some friends and one spotted a good-looking fellow. She pointed at him and said, “That’s going to be my future boyfriend.” I laughed, checked out the guy and gave her my approval. Minutes later, she sauntered over to him and was on full on flirt mode. Tossing her hair, touching his bicep – you name it and she was all over it. I observed her obvious clinginess and took a mental note: don’t you ever be that desperate, Sujeiry!
Soon, my friend rejoined the group with Future Boyfriend in tow. He looked at me intently and smiled. I smiled back but quickly went back to my drink; my friend called dibs and I wasn’t getting into a catfight. But he wouldn’t let up. A few drinks later and Future Boyfriend had made his way over to me. My friend was livid and gave me the evil eye the entire night, even though he was pursuing me.
By nights end, Future Boyfriend asked for my number. I was flattered but declined his request to get together for drinks. Yes, he was cute. Yes, he could have been my future boyfriend. But I couldn’t do it to her, especially as she watched. I’m just not that kind of hermana.