Why is it.... ....that you'll sit there and let a guy watch a movie or sporting event for say, an hour, an hour and a half. And at the EXACT moment that they finally reveal the murderer or the sporting event ticks down the last 45 seconds and the game can go either way, a real nail biter - you either stand in front of the TV with Something Very Important To Say or change the channel? It's like a law of nature - in the same way a waiter will only show up to ask you something when you have a mouthful of food and can't answer, sure as shooting, "the man who committed these murders, is..." *click* "Honey, we need to talk." ....that you can never, ever, ever simply go to sleep in a bed? Beds were made for sleeping on. That's why they are comfortable. When we are tired, we go lie on them, and then fall asleep. We don't lie on them thinking about every bill that needs to be paid, elbowing you every twenty seconds to say "you know what, that reminds me, remind me tomorrow to ask about getting the gutters fixed..." when we're JUST ABOUT TO NOD OFF ....that you ask our advice on how an outfit looks when you know full well we have the fashion sense of a train collision involving a skipful of stuff destined for the goodwill? ....that you can meet us, fall in love with us, and basically get engaged to us knowing FULL WELL about our likes and dislikes, and the moment the honeymoon starts you have a PROBLEM about our little obsession with the Patriots or our five-a-week beer habit?
...that you expect us to have an encyclopoediac and psychic knowledge about your innermost thought processes, when you yourself have NO CLUE about your feelings on the aforementioned subject? ....that you describe needs and wants in incredibly vague terms? "I want him, I need him to "be there for me" ". "Well, what does that mean exactly?" *accusatory stare* "You know, to just "be there" for me." ...that anything we can get for you as a gift requires a size, a style or some other detail it's easy to get wrong? I mean, if I ask for a torque wrench for our anniversary, you don't have to wonder which out of 10,000 wrenches has the PERFECT heel or the EXACT shade of powder blue?
Hmmmm....sounds like you and some women have some MAJOR problems to work through! Can't say that anything in your thread related to me at all.............
i have to say as well, none of that describes me. - ruin the punch line in a murder movie for me and you will soon join the victim list - the last thing i think about lying in bed with a man, is the bloody gutters, or any trivial domestic item for that matter - i can dress myself perfectly fine, but wouldn't mind a look in your skip destined for goodwill - my own little obsession happens to be pubs, beer and late night poker - thought processes are as follows, music, beer, pizza, horror movie, sleep - 'be there for me' i have only ever used this phrase when i need someone to drag my ass home due to intoxication - after all that, i would much rather have the wrench, either that, or a pint and a slice of pizza
Sorry IronGoth, I can't say I'm like that either, well, except I used to ask my husband his opinion on my outfits. But I've learned my lesson!
RE: i have to say as well, none of that describes me. - ruin the punch line in a murder movie for me and you will soon join the victim list No, I meant YOU ruining that for HIM. I mean, trust me love, we know that interrupting YOUR Eastenders or whatever at any time is suicidal. RE: - the last thing i think about lying in bed with a man, is the bloody gutters, or any trivial domestic item for that matter I meant in a relationship. RE: - my own little obsession happens to be pubs, beer and late night poker - thought processes are as follows, music, beer, pizza, horror movie, sleep Ah, you're a young lass trying to be one of the lads. RE: - 'be there for me' i have only ever used this phrase when i need someone to drag my ass home due to intoxication Which meant what?
oh you are a clever man and you are right about me. the above is soooo me. i must dash, i am sure there is an eastenders omnibus for me to be watching.
Nice one girl! He really shouldn't judge all women by the female company he keeps. Oh, and I know just what you mean by the inntoxication bit. Haha!
why, ig, you KNOW what i'm going to say to all this. you wanna beer? i'm assuming the answer to the first one is that they have no idea how important it is to you because you never speak up about it. HAHAHAHA. well, that and their attention span for something they find deadly dull has been fully spent. rather the same way dave starts chatting and just a crucial moment during during DIY's Scrapbooking....
i, too, hate generalized cliched terms, like "be there for me." i never heard that one growing up, and hope never to hear it again. rather like the word "huggles," it's too cutesy and lame to tolerate.
you know, dave used to try to change me all the time. but he finally realized that getting me to perform or be the way he wants me to be is a total waste of time. it's good for him. he's got too many people that he can mold and maneuver any old way he wants to. i'm too tricky.
man, if only you could convince my bf of that... He's the one laying there worrying about shit, keeping me up. Assuming that, as a heterosexual male, you will be able to say whether an outfit makes her look more or less "hot". Or fishing for a compliment. Exactly why I think it's bloody stupid to marry someone without living with him/her for at least a year. It's one thing to be ok with something in theory, it's another to have to live with it.
RE: Assuming that, as a heterosexual male, you will be able to say whether an outfit makes her look more or less "hot". Or fishing for a compliment. Why would you want my opinion on what makes you look hot so you can go be hot with someone else?
i truly do want to know if my ass looks gigantic in a certain pair of pants. the only boyfriend i ever had who understood this was my first, who felt totally free to tell me that, yes, that outfit is atrocious. but we were both each other's first, so i guess i got him totally unscarred. damn, i wish i had a friend now who could be that up front.
ooooo. that would be good. women who LOVE to be abused by random strangers on the internet would start posting pictures of their asses. it would become yet another "rate me" site..
Well, it swings both ways, honey. Why is it that men are so obsessed with murder shows and sporting events and beer? Why can't men be honest about how we look without having a fucking seizure trying to be polite? If you don't like dealing with sizes and types and whatnot, don't get a gift that requires it. And all these "vague terms" and "psychic knowledge about our innermost thoughts"? What the hell? You meet us, fall in love with us, and basically get engaged to us knowing FULL WELL about our likes and dislikes, and the moment the honeymoon starts you have a PROBLEM about our little obsession with our hearts and minds as well as yours... Stop making generalizations about women, and grow up.