The beauty of "guys' night out"

SINCE CHILDHOOD, I’VE built this neat little force field that makes it difficult for things to get under my sweet caramel skin. Then again, sometimes things just seep in there and I have to react with a vengeance reserved for tackle-football in neighborhood streets.

Last month, the females in my core group of friends decided to have a girls’ night out, excluding all the guys they know. Like me.

Yes, I took it the hardest, to the point where I wanted to wait in the backseat of their cars while they’re having dinner and then, when they situate themselves in the driver seat, I’d frighten them.

However, I decided against this scare tactic because the idea of sitting quietly in complete darkness makes me feel sick.

Plus, I’m allergic to pepper spray.

But we didn’t take it without a fight. That meant the guys and I put on our thinking caps and had our own guys’ night out.

“So there!” we thought.

We went to a local restaurant and enjoyed a manly meal, with some drinks, burgers and fries, which tasted really good with talks of supermodels and sports. Our meeting of the Y-chromosomes isn’t exactly a manly thing to do in the eyes of people around us, but sometimes that’s all I’ve got left to do.

That doesn’t mean guys should feel ashamed of this when they don’t sense any estrogenic vibe in the room. But we have to make it look good.

Call us Shriners (you know, the secret fraternity of men who wear those silly-looking elaborate red fezzes) if you want to, but the male species should have the same privileges as women do. I’m talking about when we are left at home while the special women in our lives are having their own version of “Sex in the City.”

One day guys’ night out will be male-bonding at its finest. Not just watching football on Sunday and talking about how great basketball was in high school.

All men will go to the local bar and won’t be looked upon as losers. Instead, they’ll be seen as a group of guys who just want to enjoy the night.

We won’t be seen as lonely and pathetic when we’re spotted at a restaurant eating dinner. Instead, the people around them will feel good knowing that we’re talking about sports, politics and yes, the ladies in our lives.

We deserve this treatment. That’s why there should be more exclusive places for men who crave that male-bonding experience. There are plenty of places for men to go to that can offer this, like strip clubs, nightclubs, sports bars and rehab centers, but how about those who want a decent night out, without all that is typical of men?

Take the bitter with the sweet, I guess. It’ll come one day, though.

In the meantime, at least I know I have something special when I go out with my boys and I don’t have to tell anyone about it.

That’s not the case of my best friend, who can confuse Kobe Bryant with the rapper Ludacris. He, too, deserves a night out with the guys, even though he knows by the time his legs start wobbling, he’ll want to go into the arm of his loved one. What a sucker.

At the same time, he knows he has someone to call whenever he wants to talk about which one of the Victoria’s Secret models would be a hot mom. So there.

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