Being encompassed by ten women for over a week seems like a scene out of a man’s fantasy. Yet for one male, it was just another traveling experience.
It’s also not as fun as my fellow men would imagine.
“Dad”
That was the label bestowed upon me for the nine day trip. With my dad-like sense of humor and concern for my fellow travelers I was labelled instantly by the group. Even the much older bus driver, Kerry, didn’t get the trip’s honorary title (not that he was with us outside of the bus a lot).
However, as with all jokes, the name soon faded into nothing. With no reaction piercing my stare after every mention of “Dad,” the joke ceased to exist. Funny enough, this was a trick I learned from my father. He used to do the same thing to my younger self when I was being annoying.
Not that these ladies were annoying me! Let’s make that clear to everyone reading (especially the girls from the trip). I have been surrounded by women my entire life and therefore, not a lot fazes me or gets me annoyed anymore.
No, I’m not a “lady killer” of “womanizer.” Starting from my family and branching out, I just happen to always pick the trips and activities that place me into these types of situations.
It can be traced back to my younger days when I grew up with only girl cousins when I was babysat by my grandmother. Also, there were few male children at the catholic elementary school I attended.
Of course, the types of activities I chose to participate in as I grew up, such as theatre, didn’t help my odds either.
And then there was the last big school-related trip I took my junior year of high school where I was again the only male student as we travelled to France for a week in the summer.
I have just been constantly surrounded by women in almost everything that I do. Even traveling halfway around the world to Australia, I couldn’t escape the pattern that followed.
A positive for being the only male on a trip is a room to myself at almost every place we stay. This means no one to compete with for the shower or the nighttime television, a quiet place to write, and the ability to sleep soundly at night with no one to disturb me. Everyone is usually jealous.
Everyone expected me to write a deeply insightful review about how it was to be the only man on my most recent trip, except I really can’t do that. I didn’t detach from my norm, so I have no idea what it’s like to not travel with almost all women. I really can’t write such a review.
What I can say though, it that the trip along the coast of New South Wales with ten ladies, two female administrators, and a bus driver was probably one of the best trips I have every taken.
The experience will remain in my memory for the rest of my life because of the views, the locals, and the adventures, not because I was surrounded by women.