That's usually right before the "We need to talk" comment which signals the beginning of the end. I got the "How come we never talk" comment once and my response was "why do we need to talk?". I meant as in I am just content and don't see any need to talk about it kind of way. I got the stare for two days and then the crying for next two after that.

I am just a quiet kind of guy who doesn't talk a lot unless something is wrong. Goes back to the thinking about nothing line. If I didn't enjoy women so much, I would become gay. Two guys sitting around thinking about nothing. Hard to paint a better picture.

I've heard an explanation about this why the two sex'es have such a different approach to talking and sharing emotions/thoughts. It centered around the hunter background of men. They spent a lot of time being quiet and around other men hunters who were also being quiet. They were involved in a task that they approached as a need to be silent group. Jabbering and emoting worked against success.

Sounds right to me.

I knew I married the right one when, after a very long, frustrating day at work I said "you would not believe the day I had," at which she gave the (now) classical response:
"And I don't care or want to hear about it."



It was so out of the blue that it made me laugh.

Turns out she had a crappy day, too, and knew that we'd wind up having a highly spirited debate on who's day was worse. This would be an inevitability, as we're both competitive by nature. Since she didn't want to have to relive the last ten hours, she was upfront about nipping it in the bud.

There are real advantages to marrying a farm girl; a lot of the BS gets stripped out of conversation and interaction.

Mending fence in July in Alabama puts the question of "and how did it make you feel" into perspective on more than just mending fence.

I LOVE to spar and argue, but most women I've been with seem to sense this and deny me that satisfaction! If that's not diabolically evil then i don't know what is.

Start dating redheads!



If you want to keep them, though, argue about stuff that doesn't matter or has zero impact on anything important.

The last spirited disagreement the wife and I had was over the best type of oven-baked pizza.

It ended with "fine, you eat that crap if you want to, but don't expect me to buy it for you!"

I find myself oddly turned on at this moment.

OG to tribe's hunting party --- "Crane Hunter, despite your name, you stay at the village and tend the fire. The rest of you - no jabbering".

Nope. It's Panzer that stays back in the village. Look at his post count and tell me he knows how to shut up.

One of the things I'm looking forward to most about getting back to the East Coast- San Diego has a tragic shortage of natural redheads. Charleston, on the other hand...

Don't make those remarks while I'm at work!!! The colleagues want to know why I'm ROTFLMAO.