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There comes a time in every girl’s life when she wonders why boys are so complicated. For me, that time came a few weeks ago. I was studying—and by studying I mean watching “Gilmore Girls” with a friend—when I realized, thanks to Rory and Dean, that boys are incredibly difficult to understand. They say that girls are undecipherable and unreasonable and that, when they say yes, they actually mean no but, in every no, there is potentially a yes. But what about boys?

Have men ever stopped to think about the potential meanings behind every one of their words and every one of their actions? Personally, I don’t think so. They are as difficult to decipher as we are, if not more so. Well, OK, maybe not more difficult than us girls, but still very difficult. When a guy asks a girl what she wants to do or where she wants to go and she says “whatever you want,” we all know that she doesn’t really mean whatever he wants, she means “you know what I want to do, so say that you want to do that too and make me happy.” Now that is not so difficult to remember, is it? But what about when a girl asks a boy how he feels about something and he answers “I don’t know.” First of all, of course he knows! Everyone knows how they feel about everything. Second, that statement alone is so ambiguous that it gives the girl nothing! So is he not sharing his opinion because he is ashamed to admit that he actually has feelings? Or is it because he doesn’t want to seem girly and ruin his “macho” personality? Or is he saying, “I’m not interested, please stop talking to me”?

See what I mean? It’s not just girls, boys are complicated, too. And what about sports? I don’t—and probably never will—understand a guy’s fascination with yelling at the TV while they are watching a game (a TV, they should know, will not physically transport them or their voices to wherever the game is taking place. No matter how hard they yell or curse at it or how much advice they give to the athletes, they simply will not be heard).

Boys let a bad score—not on a test, but on a football game—ruin their whole day and then they call girls crazy and oversensitive when they cry at the movies. How is that fair? I have no idea.

When a girl pours her heart out to a guy, she runs the risk of hearing “yep” or “mmmmm” for answers. When she spends hours on her hair and makeup and a considerable amount on a new dress, boys don’t even notice. When she wants them to be serious, they are funny, and when she wants them to make her laugh—well, that’s an exception because they make her laugh anyway. When she thinks she is “just his friend” … lets just say he has different thoughts. So why do we like boys so much? Honestly, I do not know.

Maybe it’s because, even when they say all the wrong things, even when they act crazy and goofy, even when they embarrass us, when they make us mad, when they are impossible to understand and when they refuse to say what they are feeling, there is an honesty to them that girls don’t have. When you matter to them—not that you would ever know, because it’s impossible to know what boys are thinking—you really matter, and when you need them, complicated or not, boys will always be there.

It may be time to face the truth, if we can’t live with them and can’t live without them, we might as well love them.