I’m always telling people that men are just simple animals — barely a step or two above cavemen, really.
If you want us to know something, tell us. Be direct about it. Subtleties are generally lost on us.
This weekend, right after washing the family cars, my neighbor offered to buy one of them (we have four… there are only two of us, but …. well, we’re idiots). Knowing that wifee and I had already agreed to sell the “extrasâ€?, I agreed and offered the it’s-a-deal handshake.
I done good! Me sold car! Ooga ooga!
Triumphant, I declared victory over said car to wifee!
Wifee not happy? Her am mad? Me don’t get.
Turns out that the talks we shared while we walked our doggies where she mused about how nice it’d be to have a convertible again, or her comments on how much petrol the Ãœber-SUV drinks were actually signs that she’d decided to hold off on selling the car. Signs that Cave Man didn’t properly read.
Putting it down in writing, and having licked my wounds, it makes sense NOW. Last night, after seeing wifee’s face, it didn’t.
*sigh*