There is an old joke about the way men and women communicate.
Take a STOP sign. Obviously designed by a man. Bright red, one word, capital letters. Couldn’t be more clear.
If a woman had designed it it would say, “If you really loved and understood me, you would know what it is that I want you to do right now.”
Her Side of the Story - Then HIS!
Her Side of the Story:
My husband was in an odd mood Saturday night.
We planned to meet at a cafe for a drink. I spent the afternoon shopping with the girls and I thought it might have been my fault because I was a bit later than I promised, but he didn't say anything much about it. I don't remember doing anything to make him upset, but could tell there was something wrong.
The conversation was quite slow going so I thought we should go off to some place intimate so we could talk more privately.
We went to this restaurant and he was STILL acting a bit funny. I was getting really worried, what did I do? What was bothering him? Was he mad at me? I tried to cheer him up, but started to wonder what was bothering him. Was it I or something else? I asked him if he was upset with me, and he said no. But I wasn't really sure. So anyway, in the car on the way back home, I said that I loved him deeply and he just put his arm around me. I didn't know what the heck that meant because you know he didn't say it back or anything.
We finally got back home and I was wondering if he was going to leave me! So, I tried to get him to talk but he just switched on the TV. Reluctantly, I said I was going to go to bed. Then after about 10 minutes, he joined me and to my surprise, we made love. But, he still seemed really distracted, so afterwards I just wanted to confront him but I just cried myself to sleep. I just don't know what to do anymore. I mean, I really think he's seeing someone else.
His Side of the Story:
Played badly today --- shot 87 - - - can't putt for shit!.
Felt kinda tired.
Got laid though.