Hubby & I went away this past weekend (sorry, it’s really infringed on my blogging time!).
We had a wonderful weekend at a beautiful hotel, filled with activities, laughter, good food and new friends. That’s MY “quick overview” of the weekend.
HUBBY’s “quick overview” of the weekend probably sounds something like this… “yeah, we went away.. it was fun”.
So, after we arrived home hubby chats with his dad, who of course asks “how was your weekend”.. to which hubby I’m sure replied “good”. End of conversation.
I’ve posted before about a woman’s need to provide excess information. Hubby’s response to that is to stop listening (or employ some form of Selective Listening). I have also posted about hubby’s inability to gather sufficient information. But it seems that even though I can request that hubby work on his Information Gathering Skills to bring back more info to me, all bets are off to encourage him to share more information with other people. Which causes an interesting dynamic…Oftentimes, I need to re-share a story that hubby has already shared because the person on the receiving end of the story feels unfulfilled.
Case in point: Our weekend getaway.
I get a call from Hubby’s mom last night literally requesting “the female version” of our weekend. Meaning, in the simplest terms, can you tell me how it really was and share a few highlights? So, I say.. “didn’t hubby share any info?” And, she says… “no, he just spoke to his dad.. and you know how that goes.” Yes, unfortunately, I know all too well how that goes.
There seems to be a recurring theme here that illustrates the inability of men to absorb details about the “trivial” things that happen in their daily lives. It’s as if their brains are overflowing with other information and there’s just no room for anymore. I mean they need to remember an incredible amount of sports statistics and complex video game codes to uncover the lost diamond or gain 30 lives. They need to remember the horsepower and 0-60 stats of countless cars. I mean, how could anyone expect them to remember the unnecessary details of a weekend with their wife?
Did he eat? Yes.
Did he sleep? Yes.
Did he watch football? Yes.
Did he have sex? Yes.
Well then, it must have been a good weekend… there’s nothing else to discuss!