Or bother to , for that matter . Or so I tried to tell myself as I grew more and more uncomfortable with the cooing and clamoring . Did these girls attach themselves to any masculine image , or did they really think I was a boy all this time?I tried not to think about the sour taste in my mouth at that thought .-- In this instance , my tomboyish attitude saved me . He kissed me ! Idiot germs ! In my mouth!But that was about the only time it did .
According to the above context, answer the following question.
Why is the narrator confused by the girl 's action ?


They think she is a man .