R - Recipe for Disaster

He:	Hi. How are you? It's been such a long time, isn't it?
She:	I am fine. How are you? Yes, it's been a long time
He:	Still angry with me?
She:	Nope. Why would I be?
He:	Because we broke up!
She:	I now believe everybody has a right to do whatever they think is necessary for their survival. Whatever happened, happened.
He:	But, I have still not understood the reason why we didn’t work out
She:	Really? You don’t know that?
He:	I mean I know we are different from each other and blah blah. But then, why do people say that opposites attract. We were opposites. We attracted. But then, why did we repulse so bad? So bad!
She:	What's the point of this discussion now?
He:	Still ?
She:	You really want to know?
He:	Yes
She:	Because coming together of a male chauvinist and feminist spell nothing but a recipe for disaster This post is written as a part of April A to Z Challenge - 2015

What is wrong with me?

Dear Diary,

Seriously, I am not able to understand what’s wrong with me. Everybody tells me that I am not normal like other boys of the class because I like to dance like girls. I read somewhere that dance is a form of expression and it cannot be restricted to gender. Isn’t it strange that girls are praised when they dance like boys, but I am rebuked when I dance like girls?   

I wish I had atleast one friend who didn’t see whether I danced like a boy or a girl but rather understood what dance meant to me. 

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda. The prompt – ‘Your post must contain the word Friend and you have just 5 sentences to complete your story.’