" i do not have all the answers. Infact, i don't know half the questions!"..i just said that to my boyfriend...

i am not the "we need to talk about our problems until we pass out from dehydration and exhaustion" kind of girl.I know, I know! my boyfriend was shocked too! anyway, i am more the "lets NOT talk about it, and get on with our lives" kind of girl. i dont think that every little proverbial bump in the road needs to be discussed and analyzed until the bump is worn down to nothingness. i dont like to give attention to miniscule things that have no real importance in the grander scheme of things. while i dont like it that M (thats my boyfriend) hoards all the bath towels until everyone else is forced to go on quests just to find one, i've never said to him, " M, are you keeping all the towels for yourself because you feel abandoned and crave attention?"
well, M is the opposite. he insists on reading something into everything. whatever i do or say (or do NOT do or say) indicates to him that there is some disaster on the horizon that is our relationship. and so we end up having more deep discussions than i've had with everyone i've ever known in my entire life COMBINED!
i've had to explain to him that just because i walk through a room and fail to fling myself into his arms and beg him to make mad animal love to me, it does not mean that the passion is gone or that i no longer love him. i've actually SAID this sentence to him..." i'm sorry that i forgot to pick up the chips and salsa, but i promise you that i'm not angry with you."
and if i've been cornered into one of our talks, and i dont say whay he expects me to say,i can look forward to analyzing what i DID say just two seconds before! i just had a lengthy discussion with M about why we havent made mad animal love since the three times that we had it yesterday. while i wanted to say, " youre right! if we'd done it a 4th time, you'd surely be satisfied and know beyond all doubt that you are the only one for me!" but in the end i only said," oh baby, its just that i'm so sore that i can barely even walk, ya MANLY MAN, you!" (ok, so i only THOUGHT the manly man part)..another male ego soothed, and a few more hours of peace and quiet for me!
anyway, this is what i've decided. i have been sucked into some alternate dimension where men WANT to share their feelings and insist on us sharing ours. it's a dark, dismal place where time nearly stands still, and its obviously a punishment for the PMS, shopping trips, and healthy foods that we have inflicted men. so i'd like to appologize profusely and asked to be pardoned from this hell dimension...


LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!