Thank God for Boys

I love them, I love them. I love them!

I say this because work would no doubt be a festering snake pit of bitching and sniping and hair pulling and "Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!" if it weren't for my two male friends who have just joined the team and have (unwittingly) been sent to save my life...

It's so nice to have someone to speak intelligently with. Don't get me wrong - there's a place for every conversation about the cat's bowel movements, babies and Footballer's Wives but I feel that ultimately I am not your typical girl.

Sure, I know the name of Britney's son (Sean Preston), which designer handbag currently has the longest waiting list (The Fendi Spy - 2 years) and which moisturiser I really should be investing my money in (Creme de la Mer - approx. £100 a pop) - but I can also name nearly all De Niro's movies, wax lyrical on the history of Stan Lee and discuss politics like a pro (even if I don't understand them).

I prefer boys' company - always have. Yes I have an army (albeit a small one) of lady mates and I love each and every one of them but I wouldn't describe any of them as 'girlie'. None of them could be accused of being a typical woman. Of course they all have elements of the feminine - you'd never catch Boo without her lippy - but they don't 'think' like girls. They think like 'girl-boys'.

Boys are straight-forward and honest, don't beat around the bush and are more likely to be bitchy to your face than stab you in the back. My best males friends: Shocking Fish, Pez, Uncle Phil, Jules - they've always been totally honest with me. And I like to be able to discuss something other than babies, sometimes.

So one of the boys I now work with - let's call him J - well it's so nice to look over my PC and have a quick conversation about the universe or how on earth Keanu Reeves is still getting hired, or philosophy. Sometimes he looks at me as if I'm mad but at least I know he's listening.

At least I don't get that blank, you're-crazy-look I used to get at the Airport. I always seem to end up the kooky one, worrying that I've said the wrong thing when actually I think I'm just normal like anyone else.

I really like J - he's very cool.