Ed and I are travelling north on Highway 99. It’s 5:47 p.m. and we’re closing in on Mariposa, California, where my mother-in-law awaits our arrival.
The four hour-drive has offered plenty of time for Ed and I to catch up on conversations that we’ve been missing out on, thanks to the busyness of life.
Jimmy Buffet has joined the party, singing “Fins” on the radio. My husband turns up the volume and we bounce in our seats, joining in the chorus.
“You got fins to the left, fins to the right, and you’re the only bait in town.”
My sandals are off and my feet dance across the dash of our 2012 Kia Optima. The music, combined with my bare toes, makes me feel like I’ve found my own tiny tropical island, right there in Ed’s car.
When the song ends, I’m feeling good. All of the stress that crawled into the car with us has flown out the window, so I decide to have a little fun.
I Want Something, But He Can’t Read My Mind
“Honey,” I say.
“Yes, dear,” Ed answers, sort of like that.
I turn down the radio’s volume so that I don’t have to compete with it. I want Ed to hear what I have to say.
“I’d like for you to tell me how wonderful I am.”
“No,” he responds. “It’s a trap.”
“No, it’s not,” I promise. “I’d like to hear how great you think I am … compared to all of the other women out there.
“I mean, why’d ya pick me?
“And be honest!”
“I can’t,” Ed answers. “It won’t be the same since you asked for it.”
“Yes, it will.”
He thinks about it further. By now I’m convinced that, at any moment, he’ll begin pouring sugary compliments upon me. I mean, come on! It’s just the two of us, enjoying some wonderful bonding time! The mood is right to shower each other with sweet nothings!
And besides, I’d crossed a gender barrier, telling him exactly what I wanted from him, rather than expecting him to read my mind.
“I feel like a trap door is about to slam, right on top of me,” Ed finally says. “I’m not gonna fall for it!”
“You men always say that you wish women didn’t expect you to read our minds,” I explain. “Well, I don’t. I’m in the mood to receive compliments from you. I want you to tell me why you love me.
“Instead of waiting for you to figure it out, I’m asking for it.”
Muahhh Haaaa Haaaa, the wicked voice inside of my head cackled. How can he dispute the validity of my point?
“After all,” I continued, “Isn’t that what you men say that you want from us?”
He chewed his gum with fervor, then made a comment about the driver in front of us who was “deliberately holding up traffic in the fast lane.”
The conversation was over.
I smiled, realizing that I still felt just as loved as ever, even though my request went unfulfilled.
Ed doesn’t have to explain why he loves me. He shows me all the time.
I confess, it would’ve been interesting to hear what he had to say, but I doubt it would have been as entertaining as it was to watch him squirm.
We both learned a valuable lesson that day …
Men: Despite what you say, you don’t really want women to ask, directly, for the things we want. Sometimes, it’s easier (and safer) to guess.
Women: Despite what they say, men are frightened to really know what thoughts are swimming around in our heads. They’re better off trying to read our minds, but we must understand that they will never truly understand what goes on up there!
Our Divine Creator, has quite a sense of humor. Sometimes, I imagine Him watching us and chuckling as He nudges the angel, Gabriel.
“Watch this,” He might say, witnessing a man and woman trying to communicate. “This is gonna be good!”
Ultimately, we can only do our best, understanding that God created us differently for a purpose and trusting that He knew what He was doing!
I find satisfaction in knowing that we’re all in this together …
Mars and Venus …
Yin and Yang …
And hey! If God has a sense of humor about it, shouldn’t we? What a boring world this would be if we were all the same!