Mars and Venus
We think differently.
The male and female of the species, I mean.
Take for example our front room. I think it’s fine whereas Herself wants to change the floor, the furniture, the walls and even the ceiling.
The one point I agreed on was the furniture, or rather the armchair and couch which were too big, flouncy and jaded looking. I mentioned that once and that was my downfall. Herself had found a weak spot in my defenses and she started looking up furniture on the Interwebs. Over the course of several years [yes- years, not months or weeks] she did my head in occasionally showed me furniture she liked.
Eventually of course I caved in. Anything for a quiet life to please my beloved. In February I went into Skobieville. I then walked into the first furniture shop I saw. The first thing I saw inside the door was an armchair. I sat in it, liked it and ordered one with a matching two seater. They said they’d deliver in six to eight weeks. I went home again and of course the first thing Herself asked was what had I bought. She asked about the shape. I said it was sort of angular and non-flouncy. She asked about the material. I hadn’t a clue but it wasn’t leather. She asked about the colour. I said it was a sort of grey.
I confess I have a bit of a problem with colours. It’s not my colour blindness [which is minor and I tend to get confused between certain shades of blue and green] but my disability to describe colour. To me, red is red but apparently there are all shades of red from dark to pale and I can’t describe them. although Herself has a range of reds like wine, or terracotta and various other shades. My description of “grey” didn’t cut the mustard and I had to be more specific. I couldn’t.
The six to eight ten weeks passed and yesterday the new furniture was delivered. I confess I was nervous, having spent a four figure sum and there was no going back. If Herself didn’t like the colour, the shape, the material or the smell of it I was fucked for years to come. The nearer we got to the delivery date, the more nervous I became.
Anyhows the old furniture was removed and the new brought in and unwrapped. It looked fine and it was now easier to get around the room so I was happy.
Then Herself demanded to asked if she could see it.
She maneuvered herself in and sat on the couch. I held my breath.
She was delighted. Perfect colour and material not to mention size. I breathed a sigh of relief.
Even more amazing she sat back and proclaimed that she loved the room. No mentions of paint, drills or sledgehammers. She admired my taste and said it was exactly what she had wanted.
Wonders will never cease.
Those colour problems you have are word for word what I had. Plus in my case I had forgotten what blue looked like. Anything blue–any shade–was gray.
Then I had my cataracts removed and plastic lenses fitted.
In my book it was a miracle. I recall a few tears of amazement and delight.
For two months, until my second op– I played a great game–looking at things with alternate eyes to enjoy the return to normal.
This may not apply to you of course but I enjoyed recalling it.
Before I was made permanent in RTE I had to undergo a thorough medical test. It was the same medical pilots have to do and in fact I had to go to the airport to do it. One of the many tests they did was to show me a series of dotted images of letters or numbers which were dotted in a slightly different colour. I sailed through them all except for the blue/green ones. It was the first official confirmation of my suspicions. It never bothered me but apparently I couldn’t have become a commercial pilot…..
She’s softening you up for something. Be afraid, be very afraid! 😮
She can soften me up as much as she likes. I’ll just tell her we’re broke!
I’d be deeply suspicious. I think it could be the first stage in the traditional female strategy of Attack by Indirect Approach – seize the moral high ground. You’ll be sorry.
As Frank says, these are diversionary tactics, of the type only women can muster!
The kitchen is usually the next item on the agenda, followed by yet another sneaky feint/diversion to deal with the garden!
I’d say your work/cost outlay has been pretty well sealed for the next three years!
Ah, pay no attention to the preachers of doom. That is until you hear your beloved say, “You know, I was thinking…” . Only then should you be very afraid. Until that happens relax and enjoy your new furniture.
Nah! I’ve earned enough brownie points to last for years. She still can’t understand how I managed to pick the perfect suite she wanted. I never mentioned it was the first one I saw.