Not to long ago My lovely wife switched manicurists. I got to listen to about an hour dissertation on just why... Like I cared.... Today she had a "nail appointment" after work. She returned home at about 6:00 pm and promptly showed how good of a job her new manicurist had done... gave me the short (10 min.) version fo why she switched... told me how many compliments she has received on her nails... how nice her new manicurist is.... how much they have in common.... Blah, blah, blah. Finally, I just couldn't take it anymore.... Dear, I'm as happy as a bear in a berry patch for you and your finding such a wonderful manicurist, but in as few words as possible... I Don't Care.
She gave me this look.... you guys know the look I'm talking about.... it's the one that says... "my friends are just not going to believe you just said that" and you know that they will all tell her "Marie, what did you expect... he's a guy and all guy's are insensitive SOB's".
I think of myself as a fairly nice guy, and I do not think any the less of my dear wife when I start talking about gear ratios, braking into and pulling out of a curve or spanking a rice burner and she says, cutting me short, "That's nice dear" which translates to, I don't care. I don't give her a devastating "look" or go whining to my friends so they can tell me that all women are psycho... no... It's okay... I understand... this is guy stuff, so I'll only talk about this kinda stuff with my buds. Now, is it to much to ask for the same consideration from her? Call your friends with your raves and rants about your nails... your hair... or that woman at work and just leave me out of it.
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Wow! Grab a pillow and go to the coach! Do not pass go and stay in the jailhouse until further notice. Jim, "What were you thinking?"
You know.....just because we are bored by your car conversations doesn't mean that we don't expect you to listen to us about our girly stuff.
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