videoman40
Well-Known Member
I got in an argumet with my wife today, how frustrating these fights are.
She said something to me, i dunno maybe it was like
"hows my hair look", to which I replied....huh?
So she repeats herself and says...."hows my hair look"
So I say...........yes dear.
So she repeats herself again and says...."hows my hair look"
I look up and see her getting madder by the minute....
So I say gee, your hair looks great today honey!
Now she is pissed, and says, you never listen to me!
I always, and I mean always have to repeat myself 3 times
before you pay me any attention!
So I walk away, totally frustrated, besides nothing she said means anything to me, as she only said it once. I get to thinking about the point shes trying to make, and than it hit me....like a ton of bricks!
So I march back in the room and 1st, I apologize to her, than I try to explain to her that it is not my fault. I believe it is a trait that all men share. It is inherited and nothing can be done about it, and I know this to be true because when I walk into the strip joint, I look up over the door, where the sign hangs, which so boldly reads...........
GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS
She said something to me, i dunno maybe it was like
"hows my hair look", to which I replied....huh?
So she repeats herself and says...."hows my hair look"
So I say...........yes dear.
So she repeats herself again and says...."hows my hair look"
I look up and see her getting madder by the minute....
So I say gee, your hair looks great today honey!
Now she is pissed, and says, you never listen to me!
I always, and I mean always have to repeat myself 3 times
before you pay me any attention!
So I walk away, totally frustrated, besides nothing she said means anything to me, as she only said it once. I get to thinking about the point shes trying to make, and than it hit me....like a ton of bricks!
So I march back in the room and 1st, I apologize to her, than I try to explain to her that it is not my fault. I believe it is a trait that all men share. It is inherited and nothing can be done about it, and I know this to be true because when I walk into the strip joint, I look up over the door, where the sign hangs, which so boldly reads...........
GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS