Just between me and you, I don't like girls very much right now. More specifically, I don't like girls whose age ends in teen. More specifically I don't like girls whose age ends in teen that date my son.
Girls have changed a lot since I was one. Girls today are smart ~ not in a good way. They are smart and conniving. They are smart and conniving and determined.
I'm certain all teenage girls don't fit that description, but those with whom I have come in contact recently (more specifically, one that dates my son) are. When I was a teenage girl, I was passive, probably too much so. I haven't met a passive teenage girl recently.
Last night, when I should have been sleeping, I was having an argument with my teenage son about why he could not drive 30 miles to pick up his girl on Friday night, drive 30 miles in a different direction to his high school football game, return the girl afterward, driving 30 miles, and then home 30 miles. Besides the fact that the opposing school is in a bad neighborhood, I don't want him driving that much. I told him if she wants to go with him to the game, she can drive to our house, and he and she can ride with his dad to the game. She declined. Said it was "too much trouble." And so, in effort to please her, he was arguing with me to try to change my mind. Grrr.
I hate being pulled into an argument, especially at an unreasonable hour of the day, but there it was, happening anyway. My son has become a different person since he started dating. He has become, to some degree, conniving and determined as well. Hmmm. Where he once was very passive, didn't really mind staying home all the time, was content at whatever he was doing, now he's chomping at the bit.
Did I mention that teenage girls are conniving? I thought so.
One day this week, my son informed me, on a school night, that his girl was on her way over (from 30 miles away) and they were going to go out and "fool around." I don't think he meant "fool around" the way I looked at it, but you never know. The trouble is, she called him when she was already on her way. I think she probably knew I wouldn't send her away once she got here. She has done that a few times now. Next time I might just tranquilize my son, lock the door and turn the lights out. Kidding. Sort of.
I really shouldn't speak ill of my son's girlfriend, but right now I look at her as the enemy. To me, she's like a tough, guerrilla soldier trying to infiltrate the front line. She might look like a sweet young lady, but she's a combatant, ready for war. The definition of a guerrilla (I looked it up this morning) is: soldiers that use surprise raids, sabotaging communication and supply lines. Hmm. That sounds exactly right.
Mothers of young men unite! Arm yourselves, and defend your sons against the enemy!
I'll be in the other room with my rosary if you need me.