A Four Letter Word Men Hate to Hear

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A Four-Letter Word Men Hate to Hear

Published By Mark E. Elswick

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Copyright 2011 Mark E. Elswick

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Mark E. Elswick

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Over the weekend, I learned that I amby male birthrightan important soundingboard to women. While I am sure that this blog will be agreed with by most guys, I

am as positive that women need to understand what we guys are thinking while in

this listening mode. Be it a friend, girlfriend, fiance, wife, or whatever, women

sure can talk. Maybe females simply do, in fact, possess the Gift of Gab. (Eventhough thats one gift I could go without opening.) Surprisingly for me, during this

particular 90-minute-listening-session-of-my-day-which-Ill-never-get-back, all

was not lost; I learned something. This educational, albeit lengthy, moment

revealed to me the one four-letter word that women say which really, really scares

me, as well as it does most men. That word is simple, but it is as vile as all of the

other four-letter words people should not use.

Add this word to that list.

It all began at 7:48 p.m. I remember that because I looked at the clock when she

started telling her notso-earth-shattering tale. Little did I know that my one,

simple, question would turn into a 1 -hour response. Sure, I gave the occasional

head nod, smile, frown, no way, and uh-huh. Butlittle did she knowin my

head, I played out my entire plans for the week; rewound last weeks events;

mulled over the career path I had chosen; thought about breakfast the next morning

and dinner the next night; wondered why my parents named me Mark; laughed atsome of the Bud Light commercials in my head; mulled over the problems that my

Detroit Tigers are havingand fixed them; went through the 2011 season

schedule, wondering if my Lions would win a few games; and even heard three

brand new songs on the radio, all of which was followed with a smile and uh

huh.

Immediately before her long-winded story (Dont tell her I said that!) we grabbed

some T-Bell and were on our way to have a drink or two at a local establishment.

On the way, I asked her a simple (yeah right, it could have been called the

beginning-of-the-end) question. If she would have said yes or no, we could havemoved on and started an extremely enjoyable evening.

But, noooooooo! This was a female, after all.

What ensued told me to brace myself and hang on tight, for the ride was about to

begin. Everything started going in slow motion. You know how things go ultra-

slow in the movies and the characters Taaallllllkkkkkkkk
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lllllllliiiiiiiiiikkkkkkkkkkeeeeeeee ttttttthhhhhhhhhiiiiiiisssssssssss?????????

Yeah, it was that kind of weird slow-mo.

We pulled into our parking spot at the establishment, and I asked if she had seen a

certain friend of ours, lately: simple, straighforward question, right?

Wrong!

As if I were a director, she answered the yes/no question as if I had just

commanded, Anddddddd ACT!

She took her hand off of her coke in the console, and everything began moving

in that super, almost painful, slow motion. Sheeeee reeeeaaaaccccheeeeddd

ffffooooorrrrrr tttthhhhheeeee raaaaadioooo knnnnnobbbbbb to turn it downnot

all the way, but just some--so her words could definitely be heard. Then, in

addition to the slow mo, it was as if the spotlight flicked on and illuminated her.

She looked at me and smiled.

Well, she began

Nearly 90 minutes later, I had my answerNO! She had not seen her and did not

care to see her . . . EVER AGAIN!

So, women, why did a question that could have been answered with a yes or no

turn into a 90-minute soliloquy? I am not saying I do not want to talk or

communicate, but cmon. With that particular communication session over (o yeah,

there will be more), I ran in and consumed ummmmmmm more than a couple of

well-deserved drinks.O yeah, the word I was referring to earlier that I now fear? Well, the four-letter

word that men hate hearing come from a womans lips is simply . . . Then. I

think I heard Then, at least 42 times in the car last nightI lost count at 11.

Every time I thought she was done talking and we were going in to have our drink

BAMshe would do it again. She would perk up with that radiant smile and

booming from her lipsin super-slo-mowould come another,

Ttthhhhhheeeeeeeennnnnnn. . . .

Overall, it turned out to be a good night. However, immediately after dinner was,

well, brutal.

Then, at 9:18 . . . GOTCHA!

There is no more. After all, Im a guy.


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