When did our love for the opposite sex surpass our love for each other?

This week, a bunch of my friends struggled with their significant others, or (who they wish would be their significant others) would be a better way to put it. As I watched 3 beautiful, intelligent, hilarious, and otherwise strong women struggle with the petty bullshit that comes along with adolescent boys, I had to ask myself- when did our love for one another start being out-weighed by our love for the opposite sex?

Subject one is most likely one of the most gorgeous girls I know. Insane model body, beautiful hair, pretty face, perfect skin- and her face has been streaked with an unattractive solute of tears and Covergirl Lash Blast Mascara. Why? Just as she decided she was ready to take things more seriously with the boy she was seeing (note: BOY), he freaked out and decided to back out. 7 days of unanswered text messages, delayed "talks", and cancelled dinners later- she's ready to give up on life. Seriously? This kid has walked in and out of her life in a matter of 2 months, and now he's the one thing she can't live without?

Subject two is a chic, fun, graceful, and classic beauty- and she has everything to live for right now. However she was completely shaken after a boy she had one date with, turned out to not be who she thought he was. How can a life be turned upside down after one date?

Subject 3 is my best friend, and a blonde bombshell. Last night we went out together, and she caught someone's eyes, well a night full of flirting and chatting concluded with a series of mini-make out sessions. Five minutes later, she finds out he has a girlfriend, and becomes bleary eyed right on cue. He's completely shattered her, and stripped her of her dignity and security in a manner of minutes. Does this not seem wrong? How is this in any way okay? How do these boys have this effect?

When I think of all of the people I want to come home to at the end of the day, and the people I want to tell when something happens, they're all girls. These boys in question- for each of these girls know nothing at all meaningful about them. They don't know whose mother battled breast cancer bravely, who's complicated relationships with their families, with their friends, who has struggled against depression- they know nothing of all the seriousness and personal victories these women face on a daily basis. But their friends do. Their friends know it all, their friends are the ones who pick up the pieces when these douches walk in and out of their lives, and for that- our lives. When one girl is involved, we all are a little. We're all kept abreast of the inner workings of their blooming relationships, first dates, etc.

So I leave you with this- in the end who's more important? Why aren't we focusing on the love and respect and confidence in our fellow women, as opposed to finding someone else- who god knows, doesn't have it in them- to be there for us?