I think it’s funny how the assertion “I love you” means different things to men and women. For a man, his wife could tell him she loved him he’d take it at face value and move forward happily with the confidence of knowing that she indeed did love him. He […]
Relationships
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I’ve got a note to write about a man. A man I didn’t get the opportunity to know nearly as well as I’d have liked and because of that, I’m sad. He was good man. A smart man. The kind of man who you knew within one minute of meeting […]
Whenever someone has a headache or injury of some sort, why do they always tell you to “Put a bag of frozen peas on it.” I realize it’s cold therapy for an injury, but why peas? Why not corn? Water chestnuts? Broccoli? It’s always peas. First off, I can’t believe […]
There was a great line in miniseries “Hatfields and McCoys”: Two Hatfield brothers are sitting in a whorehouse saloon drinking shots of whiskey. A prostitute approaches them. Whore: “I love Johnse Hatfield. Why doesn’t he love me?“ Guy at Saloon: “Because you’re a whore?”
I’ve had a recent life event that really made me analyze trust and what it means to a relationship. It’s hard to define – maybe best done by analogy… Trust is like a balloon. It’s a source of fun and joy. You can rub it on your head and make […]
Men are dogs, women are lizards. I’ve come to this conclusion after years of careful scientific study. In fact, I have proof. Just watch any couple as they find their way to a patio table with an umbrella. The dude will invariably go directly for whatever narrow band of shade […]
Ernest Hemingway said we all need to have a “Built-in automatic crap detector.” A severe, unswerving, unrelenting ability to try and figure out what a person is saying without any fluff. Cut it to the very marrow. Try this. Take any common daily communication and then whittle it down and […]
Peeing into a bottle on a road trip is akin to a basketball game: a slam dunk for men and more of a jump shot for women. Ladies, hope for a swish…
Dating is like eating a bag of potato chips. You better pay careful attention or you might eat a burned one.
Dating is like eating a bag of potato chips. You better pay careful attention or you might eat a burned one.
I was doing a favor for my 87 year old grandmother today. No biggee, that’s what grandsons are supposed to do. I needed to call her cable company to order her a new cable box. To be sure I gave the company the right address, I did a quick web […]