Oh, and thank you for your gracious acceptance of my apology.
Oh for heaven’s sake, Scylla.
Thank you master, for your gracious apology.
I understand that and I’ll thank you not to refer to my brain as a product of DuPont.
The problem is that often women don’t make it clear whether they want a solution to their problem or commiseration. We’re just supposed to “know.” Well, sometimes we’re not capable of that. Sorry. Mars/Venus, y’know. Most of us try to compensate for the differences and be more in-tune with women’s brains. Some guys are better at this than others. Some guys refuse to even try and end up giving all of us a bad name.
But if it’s obvious the man is trying to make the woman happy and everything he’s doing is in good faith, she doesn’t have much room to bitch. This is a two way street, and she should make an effort to adapt to the way his brain works in the same way that he’s obviously trying to do (but failing) for her.
My wife and I now have an agreement (after suffering exactly the same issues).
When I feel she is getting into ‘just listen to me’ territory, I straight out ask her if she wants advice / solution or me to listen and then she’ll tell me.
It solves the problem of me trying to solve her problem when all she want is a good listening to.
Your very welcome.
So ummm… Do you want to know what I’m wearing?