Mystery solved -- boys don't talk for a reason

Wednesday, December 19, 2007
I think I've found god. Well, not really, but I found a guy who has enough sarcasm and truth that I was laughing out loud when the B.F. forwarded this link about men and communication with women. The title of his e-mail was "READ AND COMPREHEND IT." Is he trying to tell me something? Well, after reading the article, it all makes sense. I've found an opening into how men communicate versus how women communicate, which is much more eloquently and common then men.

According to Dave Zinczenko, editor in chief at Men's Health, guys want time to decompress when they come home from work, take a minute for themselves by eating something and hanging out in the bathroom with an exhilarating magazine. Thinking back, I think I do ask a million questions right off the bat and then wonder why he doesn't answer them to the level I want. (Note to self: I'll have to pull back on that.)

For all you ladies who are questioning the length of your relationship, look no further than your conversations with your B.F. God, er Dave says,

"And when men do talk, they'd prefer to talk about actions rather than emotions. For instance, a lot of guys would choose to express their long-range faith in a relationship by talking about next summer's vacation plans, not by launching into a soliloquy about undying love."

I would be extremely uncomfortable if the B.F. launched into a poem of his undying love for me. I'd probably laugh out of complete nervousness. (Editor's note: I'm not very into the lovey-dovey shit that you see in Hollywood's finest films like The Notebook or The Last Kiss. I'm more comfortable falling over how damn good looking Ryan Gosling is than what he's actually saying. We all know that stuff looks great on film but rarely happens in person. I mean, how often do you see your ex in the paper, run home to him, he's still single and waiting for you? Yep, never.)

With that said, it's interesting example Dave gave to show a man's true feelings toward a relationship. Way back when, the B.F. invited me on a vacation with his family and extended family to Cancun. I thought he was shit balls crazy because we had literally started dating -- I mean, we might have been seeing each other exclusively for a month. That's it. Needless to say, I never actually went. I made up excuses that I didn't have money, it would be awkward because I didn't know everyone, and, I think I even used the "I don't have enough time to get a passport" one.

In retrospect, it would've been one hell of a vacation. From now on, I'll try and remember to concentrate on his actions and not so much the amount of words he's not saying.

2 comments:

Narm said...

That article wrapped up everything male in a nice little bow. Sometimes it may be more productive to dumb yourself down to our level than expect us to raise up to yours!

Jason said...

Cannot put it better than Narm just did...

But the point of decompression is DEAD NUTS ON.

Silence for the first 30 or so minutes upon arriving home is GOLD.