Well, it didn't happen. I didn't get the book out after all, because I kept thinking about something else that was bothering me. I decided I'd bring up the other thing first,
then get out Harley's book.
It took me a long time to tell him what was bugging me - about a minute and a half of false starts. Finally I told him how much it bugged me a couple of weeks ago when he was talking about a pretty girl at a roller-skating rink, and also later when he made a comment about "hot waitresses" at a restaurant.
Well, it turned into a big row, but I handled it better than I usually do (i.e. instead of yelling at him to "get out", I asked him to come back to the kitchen and finish the conversation with me).
He reminded me that I make comments about other men, too, and he brought up several examples. I had completely forgotten about them, and boy, was my face red! I was being a hypocrite.
His "solution" to the dilemma was that he would never, ever be honest or open with me again about
anything. That saddened and frightened me, so I told him that my "solution" was a "tit for tat" affair, meaning that he is a red-blooded male and I can't expect him not to make the occasional comment, but that the next time he does, then
I am going to make a similar comment about some man.
He said that was fine with him. I told him it bugged me that it didn't bother him when I made comments about other men. Meaning, why am [i]I[/I} always the one who is so insecure? Why doesn't he ever fear anything when I talk about other men? His reply was that he knows who I am going home with at night. I told him that maybe men feel that way, but women worry about the emotional part - that is, their husbands may be in bed, but their husbands' hearts may be elsewhere.
I think men and women are totally different. <img border="0" title="" alt="[Mad]" src="images/icons/mad.gif" />
AND we have 2 small children.