Because I'm a guy, I must
hold the television remote control in my hand
while I watch TV. If the thing has been
misplaced, I'll miss a whole show looking for
it, though one time I was able to survive by
holding a calculator.
Because I'm a guy, when I
lock my keys in the car I will fiddle with a
wire clothes hanger and ignore your suggestions
that we call a road service until long after
hypothermia has set in.
Oh, and when the car
isn't running very well, I will pop the hood and
stare at the engine as if I know what I'm
looking at. If another guy shows up, one of us
will say to the other, "I used to be able to fix
these things, but now with all these computers
and everything, I wouldn't know where to start."
We will then drink beer.
Because I'm a guy, when
I catch a cold I need someone to bring me soup
and take care of me while I lie in bed and moan.
You never get as sick as I do, so for you this
isn't an issue.
Because I'm a guy, I can
be relied upon to purchase basic groceries at
the store, like milk or bread. I cannot be
expected to find exotic items like "cumin" or
"tofu." For all I know these are the same thing.
And never, under any circumstances, expect me to
pick up anything for which "feminine hygiene
product" is a euphemism.
Because I'm a guy, when
one of our appliances stops working I will
insist on taking it apart -- despite evidence
that this will just cost me twice as much once
the repair person gets here and has to put it
back together.
Because I'm a guy, I
don't think we're all that lost, and no, I don't
think we should stop and ask someone. Why would
you listen to a complete stranger -- how the
heck could HE know where we're going?
Because I'm a guy, there
is no need to ask me what I'm thinking about.
The answer is always either sex or football,
though I have to make up something else when you
ask, so don't.
Because I'm a guy, I do
not want to visit your mother, or have your
mother come visit us, or talk to her when she
calls, or think about her any more than I have
to. Whatever you got her for Mother's Day is
okay, I don't need to see it. Did you remember
to pick up something for my mom, too?
Because I'm a guy, I am
capable of announcing, "one more beer and I
really have to go," and mean it every single
time I say it, even when it gets to the point
that the one bar closes and my buddies and I
have to go hunt down another. I will find it
increasingly hilarious to have my pals call you
to tell you I'll be home soon, and no, I don't
understand why you threw all my clothes into the
front yard. What's the connection?
Because I'm a guy, you
don't have to ask me if I liked the movie.
Chances are, if you're crying at the end of it,
I didn't.
Because I'm a guy, yes,
I have to turn up the radio when Bruce
Springsteen or The Doors comes on, and then,
yes, I have to tell you every single time about
how Bruce had his picture on the cover of Time
and Newsweek the same day, or how Jim Morrison
is buried in Paris and everyone visits his
grave. Please do not behave as if you do not
find
this fascinating.
Because I'm a guy, I
think what you're wearing is fine. I thought
what you were wearing five minutes ago was fine,
too. Either pair of shoes is fine. With the belt
or without it looks fine. Your hair is fine. You
look fine. Can we just go now?
Because I'm a guy and
this is, after all, the new millennium, I will
share equally in the housework. You do the
laundry, the cooking, the cleaning and the
dishes. I'll do the rest.