Sometimes I think if I could live my life soley in the company of women that my life would be a much easier place to be. And my life is not hard now. TRUST.

But, it's just soooo easy with women. Women just get it. (Most of them, the ones that don't I don't bother with.) Women get that you just want to bitch. Women get that you are going to interrupt them when they are talking and they're going to interrupt your interruption and in the space of 15 minutes you're going to talk about 20 topics and it is ALL good.

The single most thing that I miss about having regular contact with women is that... The TOTALLY non-linear fashion in which women speak. We're talking about this but that reminded me of that and OH MY GOD, did I tell you about this? We can be talking about the derivation of languages and flip to "cute shoes" like that.

My boyfriend, God bless him, is fairly linear. When we are having a conversation it is about the topic of conversation until that topic has ended and then we move on to the next. He is very... It's noticeable when he is interrupted. He's a good listener. To a fault. I have seen him in groups with non-linear folks and it's SUCH an interesting phenomenon. He will be talking about something that is clearly of interest to him (Iknow because I see that sparkle in his eyes that he gets and there's a faster staccato to his speech) and he will be interrupted. The spark diminishes and he will just let the other person finish their point of view. And it's NOT that he is meek or mild by any stretch, I just get the impression that he feels like if someone thought THEIR point were important enough to interrupt his own then he won't do them the discourtesy of interrupting THEM. Linear conversation is very polite, you see. Un-American, maybe -- but definitely: un-chick! :-)

So now... I'm back to broadening my horizons, trying to get back on the radar, yadda yadda. I find that after spending so much time OFF the radar with him that my conversational patterns have shifted somewhat. Unfortunately, not for the better. Because instead of gleaning knowledge from his listening skills, I'm just that much more over the top with my interruptions. Obnoxious, actually. Someone is saying something and I am thinking THIS about that and I'm going to say it right now.

More practice is needed! Girls' night is Saturday and I am looking forward to that on levels that are embarrassing even to me. When you primarily have a man to deal with, you get used to thinking your emotions are weird and scary. It's SO nice to have a woman to talk to and hear -- I think that or I feel that or I do that ALL the time... This makes me feel less like a freak.

I don't want to demonize men, I just want to humanize ME. ;-)

And on that note -- going to gnosh at an inappropriate hour and I'm going to bed.

Next blog: why I'm starting to accept being a "fluffy" chick. Maybe.