hmm i realize my topic of discussions have been mostly focused on the spousehood aspect.
sometimes ada blog ni i feel like i wanna write interesting stuff like ive been snowboarding, and the next day, sky diving, and the next i killed an elephant...or something.
anyway, we were discussing of how women like unnecessary details.
like i ask him, " hey, which pants is this? i like it!"
and he replied, "you know...erm this pants."
and, "do you like my quilt? see how the curvy stiches go with the whole pattern?"
and he i saw his eyes just go off to other direction, like he could not comprehend WHY we'd wanna talk about a quilt, a quilt!
and...i just never give up.
"my cheesecake looks better this time round. i think its the blueberry on top."
"its...a cheesecake. yeah."
i mean gee. he can spend hours explaining to me about the religion, spy tactics or spouting out incomprehensible german he heard from movies, but show him a cute thing and he wont have a clue how to respond. i think if i show him pink polka dots he might just faint.
and so yesterday i said to him,
"let me just pretend to be you so i can understand how you think."
"you cant do that you know, pretend to be me?"
"and why not?"
"you're a woman."
i tried for a second to understand what he could mean by that. is he implying something? was that a sexist remark?
and then i stop.
there is no underlying motive. or implied ideas.
he's just a man.
and me, being a woman, is on to scrounge for the next cute thing to gush at. and i will share it with him, and he will go "mmmmm."
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