Transgender Barbie and the Big Game Hunt

So, I am the only whackadoo that can take a Face Book quiz and get the result of Transgender Barbie. My friends wanted to know how I answered to get such a result. Honestly, I personally was not surprised by the result. See, the truth is, I am an Irish Twin. For those of you unfamiliar with the term, that means I was born less than a year apart from my older sister. We are the same age for a month. This occurs quite frequently in places where contraceptive measures are discouraged, you get the reference. I was a preemie with cholic to boot. Basically, I gave my mother a nervous breakdown. She vowed there would be no more children. My dad wanted a son.....hence my upbringing and my own nature made me more internally boyish than girlish. I have always related more readily to men than women.

This is a big introduction to such a little, silly thought, but it amused me. So, I have had an opportunity to dip my feet into the single waters since my separation a few months ago. Of course, the fact that I am in no emotional shape to be dating has been pounded into my head like a weathered 2 X 4. I have experienced a few things along the way. One of the things I have struggled with is the fact that because I feel more internally male, I approach dating the same way. Therefore, I want to be the Hunter not the Hunted. My male friends, which there are many, all say I need to stop Hunting and allow myself to be Hunted and that is the best strategy to obtaining my target. Of course, I have a target. Of course, when I play the demure, I could care less/hard to get role, the target's interest increases. However, this is not a role in which I have as much direct control. It pretty much freaks me out.

On the other hand, I am being hunted by more than a couple of Big Game Hunters with which I have no interest. In fact, this has been a pattern for me. I like the challenge of the conquest. I hunt the rare species. I am not interested in the common. Needless to say, my social life is all but non-existent. Not for a lack of opportunity, but for a lack of interest in my opportunities. Yup. I am a headcase for sure.