The differences between men and women are astounding. Not just our physical ones—THOSE are obvious, or at least they SHOULD be. But the subtle differences, how we communicate—or don’t.
Women talk…and talk…and talk some more. We will talk about a subject from now until next Sunday, then we’ll bring it up again next month and discuss it from a different angle. Men, well, they give you the most basic information—IF you’re lucky.
Here’s an example of a note from my son:
Now, I have to give him kudos for spelling it correctly, because BOTH of my sons spell like their father—NOT WELL. However, what mall? We have 2 in the general vicinity. Who did he go with? When did he leave? When will he be back? What’s he gonna buy? And with what? He spends HIS money as soon as he gets it…did he take MY card, or his dad’s? So, I have to text him and find out what’s going on. You’d think that by now my boys would know the drill—I’m a detective and I interview them with a flashlight in a dark room—just save me the trouble already and TELL ME!
Now this would be MY note:
Monday 1:30 pm
Went to Ross Park Mall for make-up; jeans for Austin; shoes for Dalan. Will stop to get something to eat, don’t wait dinner for me. Stopping at Border’s will be home about 8 pm. I’ll call when I get a chance. Luv you.
THEN, I’ll get home AT 8:30 pm and they’ll ask, “Where were you?”
“I was with my boyfriend,” I say over my shoulder on my way up the steps.
“Have a good time?”
“Yep,” I call from the kitchen as I put the bags on the counter realizing they didn’t even read my note because it’s now underneath mail and school papers, and they didn’t HEAR a word I said coming up the steps—-but I love them ANYWAY and wouldn’t change a thing!