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If you are truly kitchen impaired, like you don’t know the difference between a spoon and a fork, don’t worry. She isn’t with you because she thinks you are a great chef. She is with you for all of the other talents you posses!<wink, wink> Good for you!
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What Does A Woman Want?
Simply
Put, Escape From Her Own Head
I don’t want to betray my gender, but women are crazy. Not
to the derogatory meaning behind the word, and don’t ever
call her that, but if you’ve ever seen that movie with that
actor that can hear women’s thoughts, it is no joke. Men
have the great ability to simply turn off the sounds of
life. When men are at work, they are at work. Maybe
sometimes they are on the golf course or at the football
game, but generally at work. Sounds simple, huh’? I have
heard it called compartmentalizing. Most women call it
lucky and almost confusing.
Women are opposite. We are efficient jugglers in life. In
any given moment, if you were to somehow tap into a woman’s
brain you would hear the overlapping sounds of every issue
going on in her life, her families lives, her friends ,
your friends, your family, work, the news, the kids. . .
well, just about everything. We don’t do it on purpose, in
fact, we long for turning the noise off. But the truth is
that while men might have thoughts of everything, each
thought is seemingly independent of each other. Men are
more wired for the THE task. Conversely, a woman is
thinking about all of the tasks with overlapping thoughts.
Here is a tiny glimpse of a woman’s brain:
(you don't wanna live here)
Wednesday Morning: While at work efficiently thinking about
the report that is due, your lovely (referred to as “she”)
is also making a mental check list for the in-laws imminent
visit, when the dog needs its next shot, things she can do
to increase her child’s development, what she should make
for dinner. Then the silver bullet rises to the top and her
mind switches gear to think about the conversation she had
with you last nigh and how you got quiet towards the end.
Then she begins to wonder if there is anything wrong. . .
or what was said that made you quiet? Maybe you were simply
a little tired. Then it’s back to dinner because little
Sally got a letter from the school suggesting she needs to
eat more vegetables. Maybe she should call one of her
council (aka – the girlfriends
that listen) to see what they think about you getting
quiet? Whoops, she needs to finish this report before 2pm
or her boss is going to kill her and the way things are
with the economy, and Grandma in the hospital with
Alzheimer’s, it really isn’t worth the risk. Wait, did her
boss (Mr. Smarty Pants who thinks its ok to take credit for
her work) want that report done in Excel?
. . . Yes, I know. . . Scary, huh’? I wish I was kidding.
Why do you think women go to the spa, do yoga classes,
and even meditate? It’s for the few minutes we are
desperately attempting to turn down life’s volume.
So at the end of the day when dinner is finished, the
dishes are done, the baby has been bathed and gone to
sleep, the phone has finally stopped ringing, the computer
has been turned off and we can finally relax. You, being
the incredibly sexy man she married, turn off the
lights and suggestively walk over to your beautiful wife as
she lays her sweet head on the comfortable pillow. You
gently start to kiss her neck and slowly give her a back
rub. While your head is clear and ready for a little nookie…
she’s wondering if you took the trash out because last week
the garbage man skipped your house and little Sally is
allergic to mold.
So you roll over feeling rejected and frustrated, wondering
what happened to the girl you met. She was free and always
willing. She used to be such a sexual person (or, at very
least, interested) but now it takes an act of God, the
therapist, or you to apply some pressure to get her to
submit. So with a big sigh and the little missing of the
good ole days you settle for some midnight skinemax when
she’s asleep. Neither of you are satisfied but
both of you are wondering, what the heck happened to us?
The simple answer is . . .
Life. The more she has piled in to her
brain, the less likely you’ll be getting that nookie you
both long for. Men are simple, oh – don’t take offense. You
know it’s true. All a woman has to do is run her finger
through her hair and you go from 6 to 12, it rarely matters
what else is going on.
Yes, sometimes it will work if you grab her and slow dance in
the kitchen or give her a gentle kiss on the neck but if you
really want some bedroom action your best defense is not really
to understand how she is thinking, it is to smile, nod (hand
her a box of tissues of need be) use phrases like “What’s on
your mind honey?”, “Can
I help?” but more than that, give her a little relief so she
can get out of her head (and on to yours).