If Frou is a boy....

The other day after climbing, me and The Toe were heading to wash the chalk off our hands when we bumped into our female climbing mate who was on her way out of the washroom. She has changed out of her climbing clothes and was looking fresh and cheery in a bright yellow top and combed hair.

In jest, The Toe and I started wolf-whistling at her. I made the typical ah-beng 'Wew Weet' sound while The Toe, in her broken Mandarin, slurred lecherously, 'Eh xiao jie, ni qu na li?' (Translation: Miss, where are you going?)

Later in the washroom, I turn to The Toe and ask, "Do you think we make extremely crass boys?"

The Toe replied, "If we are boys, we will be fighting off the girls!"

This got us both thinking: Exactly what kind of boys will we be like if we were of the opposite sex?

I'd imagine that I will be the kind of boy that I like as a girl. Stocky and muscular (the type that can't touch my own shoulders because my biceps are too big) with a clean crew cut. I will drive an extension of my ego in the form of a massive black 4WD with a permanent set of golf club in it (even if I don't play golf). A yuppie corporate-type permanently in suits, probably a big shot lawyer with a suave, arrogant and slightly obnoxious personality. Secretaries and female admin staffs will smile and giggle every time they pass by my office.

The Toe imagined herself to be more of the artistic type. Tall, lean and full of boyish charm. 'He' will take up a more compassionate career such as a P.E teacher, the source of her students' (yes, both males and females) wet dream. 'He' will be an intellectual nerd, delightful boy-next-door and sexy Casanova, all rolled into one. You can have a smokin' wild time with 'him' at the clubs and bring 'him' home to your parents the next day.

And when the two of us are together, we will be the dynamic testosterone-filled duo who will pull anything that moves in a skirt. Woot! Woot!

No wonder God made us females.

I might be a Bobby Donnell...