heembo, I was asking for personal experiences of miscommunication between man and woman in a relationship, so your example was just what I was looking for. It is nice to see that not everyone fits the same mold though, and that will be very helpful in my work.
And The Rules are horrid. Sure, many women might be helped by learning how to better communicate with men, but men need to do the same. The Rules doesn’t mention this and that’s what’s so abhorring about it.
D@mn TV, time for you to join the round table with Scylla and Fenris. I like your style…
You know perfectly well that all a man needs to know is how to say “Yes dear, it’s all my fault dear…”
I just tell slackergirl what I want, and she replies, “Oh, yes, Thor, Virile Master of All He Surveys! I will do whatever you ask!”
Hah. No, actually, that only happens in the pretend world that exists inside my head.
That’s funny, I actually do say that to my fiance, but for some reason, he doesn’t seem to believe me 
(He also calls me Insolena - I suspect he may have me figured out)
Long ago came to the conclusion that I live in a world inside my head which nobody else can see. Otherwise, when I have a problem, and attempt to discuss that problem with my S.O., we would talk, compromise where required, and move on with our lives. Rather than the way it works in the real world, I.E., when the wife leaves piles of mixed washed and dirty clothes on the floor until they spontaneously generate vermin, and I mention the possibility of moving the clothes to a more appropriate place, like not in front of the fireplace, and we end up having a battle where the entire collapse of western civilization becomes my fault.
SO I keep my mouth shut and move the clothes myself. Gives me a peaceful, easy feeling. I have no need for any more confrontation in my life. I often long for a Tom Waits existence:
OK, maybe I’m just a little jaded.
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