I was really looking forward to seeing Ian tonight, as last week’s session was a bit of a fizzer.
Unfortunately, we got into another argument, as I made the mistake of recapping some of what happened last week, and told him it was OK, as I know he can’t help it, as it’s common knowledge that men are bad communicators. He arced up at that and wanted to know where I got that from, so I told him because it’s true, and that he doesn’t ever listen to me. So, then he repeated word for word everything I’d said, and asked me how he could do that if he didn’t listen, and just because he didn’t agree with me didn’t mean that he wasn’t listening to me. I said, yes, but he’s only listening to the words, not to what I’m saying, and he said, well, that’s what words are for, and why do women have to tell each other the same thing three times in three different ways before they understand or believe what the other is saying, when men get it the first time, and it’s really boring hearing the same thing over and over, and then being told that you aren’t listening.
He said that I’m always looking for the hidden meaning in what he says as, apparently, I’m chronically devious, while he uses words to mean what the dictionary says they mean, and that’s why women think men are bad communicators and why men think women use far too many words to say one thing. He said if he says he feels fine, that’s what he means, while if I say I feel fine he really should wait until I’ve also said I’m happy and there isn’t a problem and I feel really well before he knows that I feel fine.
He’s starting to sound like Stuart.
I don’t know how we get into these arguments because, really, who cares?
Another wasted night. I think we may be on the way out.