No it’s not true. To go along with my rant about men being able to multitask - not only can men think about more than one thing at once, we don’t think about less than one thing at once either. I’ve always been an outwardly calm and serene person but as an adult I’ve begun to think that all those hyperactive kids diagnosed with ADD don’t need psychiatric help, they’ve just got shit to do.
So in short, yes I am always thinking about something.
We don’t like how they feel when we kiss you.
In some cases, food or food smells that are stuck in the beard may also be an issue.
If you or he are shy or embarrassed about talking about puberty, a book may be a good way to get information to him with a minimum of awkwardness and embarrassment. People who don’t deal well with conversations about that kind of thing need and deserve to know the facts, too.
If you have someone in your life who does this, you might want to think about how you react when someone talks about a problem, and whether that might be making him (or her) uncomfortable in some way. If you’re the sort who overreacts (and bear in mind, overreacting is always in the eyes of the beholder) at any mention of a potential problem, or automatically starts blaming the person who’s telling you for the problem, or says “I told you so”, or says something like “That’s not so bad, let me tell you about what happened to me”, you shouldn’t be surprised when people don’t want to talk to you about their problems. Would you want to talk about your problems with somebody who reacted like that? Even if you would, or you wouldn’t mind it, some people do mind.
You might need to work on filtering your responses a little better if you want people to talk to you about their problems. This applies whether it’s a spouse/SO, child, or really anybody else who doesn’t want to talk to you about their problems.
When I just want to talk about a problem, I tell Mr. Neville at the outset, “I don’t want you trying to come up with a solution to this, I just want to talk about it”. It usually works.
I’ll answer a couple…
Masturbation frequency: For me, now, almost never. My sex life with my wife is healthy enough that I get enough sexual release with her (it’s always better with two than solo, IMO, anyway).
However - there’s a complicating factor for me. I have some health issues that make sexual response a little more difficult - “ED” says the commercials. While it’s not always an issue, I’m more ready for a natural, un-medicated response with her if I’m a couple days without than if I had recently masturbated (or had sex). So - having a day or two between sex sessions makes me a more natural lover with her.
It’s shallow but important to my masculinity to have sex without using Viagra as much as possible… plus those pills are getting freakin’ expensive at nearly $18 each now.
Dating women with children: Since I remarried at 43, I’ll opine here, too. In general, since I have young kids, too, dating a woman with kids was OK. However, in the pool of women near my age, I saw plenty of personal ads that said, “I’ve raised mine and now want to have fun.” Here’s a woman who wouldn’t be interested in a man like me with young kids - I suspect that the reverse would also be true.
Hmm. Never thought about that, but I stroke my beard whenever I’m thinking about… anything really. Well, stroke may be the wrong word, but I grab my chin. I’ve done it twice while writing this post, and it’s beginning to wierd me out.
Hair retains smells. That’s one theory as to the purpose of pubic and armpit hair. There’s no reason to think beards couldn’t do that, too.
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It’s out of the question. Can’t be done.
Hmm, I keep my beard clean and neatly trimmed. But there are probably a lot of people who suspect that it smells. If I shave it off I look like a dork. What to do, what to do?
Me too, and I only have a goatee. :eek: :mad:
Pubic and armpit hair are in places that become smelly anyway. Beards are not (well, not unless you’re going down on someone).
Food could easily get into a beard when you eat. Or if you smoke, the smell of the smoke could get into your beard and stay there.
I’m this way, too. Usually I have my cash or credit card out before I even get to the cashier. I’m pretty patient - I don’t really care if someone in front of me doesn’t have theirs ready. The only time it’s ever an issue is if I’ve got my 3-year-old with me and he’s getting anxious to leave. And even then, that’s my problem, not someone else’s.
As for the chocolate - I’ve never had that craving during my period. I usually want salty snacks. But, to each her own.
I made my remark about China only because you mentioned that you’ve never seen a woman spit in public.
I merely tried to indicate that in China both sexes spit in public with pretty much equal frequency.
I’m sorry that I did not express myself very well.
Ladies, what the hell takes you so long to get ready?
Why can’t you just order whatever is on the menu with no substitutions?
And why can you not make your choice until asking what I’ll be eating?
When going out for a night of drinking with you lady friends why must you all order and purchase your drinks separately?
Why must I continually reassure you with nods and verbal indicators that I am indeed listening to you?
Why do you think I’d care about the daily mundane details of a person you know whom I’ve never met?
It’s strange. The study purports to have shown that people who multitask aren’t very good at it, which is a pretty general statement. But in detail they talk a great deal about people trying to process multiple digital communications at once - gaming and e-mail and TV all at once. That’s a vanishingly small part of what I consider ‘multitasking’.
They end the article saying:
OF COURSE the information not relevant to our current goal slows us down. Nobody thinks they can do 4 things at a time as fast as they could do 4 things sequentially. The problem is that in reality the “current goal” might be something like ‘review a proposed contract’ and what Stanford researchers call ‘irrelevant information’ is two employees who absolutely need feedback or won’t be able to keep working and a buyer from your biggest customer who needs to talk.
I’m a guy who orders food how he wants it, and also a guy who has never observed this to be any more common with women than men. Why on earth wouldn’t I order my meal the way I want it? I’m paying for it, I hope to enjoy it. What’s the benefit of eating it the way it is on the menu?
As someone who communicates with human beings daily I find occasional indicators of continued interest or listening to be helpful.
I have about as low a “I want to share” level as anyone I’ve ever met. Most things people tell me, men included, don’t register as making much sense to me personally. I’ve accepted that people just like to share certain things and if you care about them you can be interested in those things.
What? It’s one hour from the time I step into the shower until I step out the front door. Generally, 20 minutes of that time is spent waiting on the man who is taking me out, to finished getting ready.
Because I don’t eat meat and I want to make sure that some nefarious chef doesn’t try to slip chicken stock into my soup du jour.
Because if you are buying, then I won’t automatically order the most expensive thing on the menu, that’s why. I want to get a feel for the price range you are comfortable with.
But generally, I don’t ask. I just get what I want. If I want something expensive, I’ll offer to go Dutch. In fact, I broke up with a guy because he could not order without my input and he always ordered, “Whatever she’s having.”
Sometimes we buy rounds, like boys do for each other. Sometimes, certain women expect to only have to pay for a drink or two before the menfolk start offering, so those wimmins bring only enough cash to cover themselves for a drink or two. They don’t bring enough to cover everybody.
All you have to do is make eye contact while I’m speaking. If you are watching the chick’s boobs behind me and just pretend like you’re listening, that’s probably good enough. If you are not looking at me, I don’t think you are paying any attention to what I’m saying.
But I don’t need your reassurance. Chances are, after a date with me, you’ll be needing some instead. 
I don’t. But if you aren’t holding up your end of the conversation and showing interest in me by asking my questions about myself, I may just babble on incessantly about any bullshit topic that comes to mind because I’m so awkwardly uncomfortable by your silence, unintelligible grunts, and constant masturbatory diatribes about yourself and your stupid football team.
I always get annoyed at my wife for “multitasking”. Because “multitasking” really means you put in a half-assed effort at something, and the minute something else comes along you jump to that and do a half-assed job at that, until something else comes along. How about you do a full-assed job on the first job before dropping it? And if the second job is higher priority than the first job, why weren’t you working on it first?
“Multitasking” means you ran around like crazy all day and didn’t accomplish a damn thing.
Easy. Wallet, pens and candy go in the left breast pocket. Ipod and cigarettes in the right breast pocket. Keys go in right normal pocket. There’s a hole in the left pocket, so nothing goes there. Lighter goes in trousers back pocket. Loose change goes wherever. Book goes in hand. That’s about it, no magic trick involved.
However, allow me to return the question : what the hell are you gals carting around, that you’d need those huge handbags for ? Seriously, what’s in there ? One week’s supply emergency rations, the Britannica, a stuffed pony, what ?? And do you really need *all *that shit to be within arms reach at all times ?
Last week I was leaving work with a coworker when her phone rang. It took her about 3 minutes to find it in her bag.
Heh. Day to day she takes less time to get ready than I do. She also doesn’t take any medications that make waking up difficult, so… Going out it’s about an even split, depending mostly on time of year. Travelling, I’m always ready first, have forgetten less, and started later, but I travel a lot more than she does so…
This always bugged me. It made me feel like I had to order the most expensive thing on the menu so that she’d not feel pressure to hold to any given price range.
Heh heh. You really don’t want me looking at you when you’re talking. I’ll know a lot about your make up choices, your taste in jewelry, and the expressions you use, but I’ll have completely missed what you were saying. If I’m staring into the middle distance past your ear, I’ll be able to recite everything you’ve said back word for word, pauses and tonal changes noted. This drives my wife nuts; of course that she has a hard time paying attention to word choice and depth of description so it evens out.
Heh heh heh. I care about as much about my football team as you do about the people you’re talking about. I also don’t understand those women who can’t sit in a room with other people with out talking to them, let me read/work/watch the game.
I’m still curious about the second question I asked, women’s social interactions with each other confuse me more than anything between the sexes.
On a normal day, the only thing that takes me longer to get ready than my husband is drying my hair. I used to go out with wet hair when it was boy-short, but if it’s any longer than my ears, it will stay wet for hours, and I don’t want to look like a drowned rat all day. That takes another 8-10 minutes, which increases with the length of the hair. I also sometimes take too long deciding what to wear, largely because I don’t do laundry often enough. If so, add another 5 minutes. But if I’m dressing up, then I’m going to put on makeup: base (this takes longest, since I have rosacea), mascara, eyeliner, eyeshadow, lipstick, and maybe blush. That’s probably 10-15 minutes. I’m probably also going to take more time with my hair: curl it, spray it, whatever. That could take 30 minutes. I know how long all of this takes, though, and I never keep anyone waiting; I’m usually ready first, in fact.
I do order whatever is on the menu, with no subsitutions, unless we’re in some place where even the salads have meat on them. Then, I’ll ask for the meat on the side, so the carnivores at the table can have it. And having been a server in a variety of bars and restaurants for many years, I can say it was exceedingly rare for anyone to request substitutions, and women did so no more than men. Except in “When Harry Met Sally”.
If I want to know what you’ll be eating, I’m probably expecting us to share, and I want to compose a balance of flavors. If you’re having pancakes, I’ll order something like eggs florentine, and then we both get some salty and some sweet. If it’s understood that you’re not going to share, then I’m asking because either everything looks good and I’m looking for ideas, or everything looks awful and I’m wondering what’s edible.
I’ve served my share of “all on separate tabs, please” tables, which can be obnoxious, but it can also ensure I’m actually going to get all the money I’m owed. And it’s certainly been more men who do this than women.
Well, when you sit there staring blankly and not moving, I begin to wonder whether you might be having a stroke. More likely, though, it’s simply that I’d rather be having a conversation than giving a lecture. I believe that if you cared about what I was saying, you’d respond and be engaged, and so if you don’t give these signals, you don’t actually care. And apparently, I’m right:
Maybe I want you to get to know this person, because they’re my friend, and their life affects mine. Maybe they’re not a friend but a jerk, and I want your opinion on how to deal with them. Maybe I’m trying to gauge how you judge others, and I want to know if you find people interesting/appealing/confusing/annoying/etc. in the same way I do. Maybe it’s not the person, but the details that I think are interesting. But really, I have no idea, because I’ve never met anyone, man or woman, who makes conversation by simply saying, “So, my coworker Bob printed something on the color printer today. And he told me he was going grocery shopping later.” Unless this is what you’re talking about, I’d have to assume there is a point, but you’re just missing it.