How many times have we ladies attempt to tell our husbands or boyfriends a random story hoping that they would catch the hint behind the story.
Why do we take our husbands on a ride that is sometimes long and seems like it will never stop... going through one or two pit stops and sometimes even a stop at the toilet (to wet our eyes with eyemo for some fake tears)?
The longer the drive is, the better! The drive could last for a day or even a month!
If it's a short drive then there is no fun at all. If we ladies bring you on a short drive then we are being too 'direct' - it's akin to you asking us to drive into a tree!
Let's see if you can identify the long and short distance drive.
Scenario: Your lady has an urge to buy a pair of Choos
Drive 1:
She calls you up at the office asking what you had for lunch then reminds you that she'll be cooking your favorite dish tonight. Then she gives you a great big hug the moment you step out of the car, remembering to bath and spray on Happy perfume on her wrist, her neck, and all the right spots on her body and even her hair!
Then she tells you how her best friend's husband got her a surprise of this and that and the list goes on and on from year 1990 when they were dating till 2005 when they got their fourth child and now when she got her womb removed. The story was told all throughout dinner. Even while watching TV later on, with a plate of sliced oranges on your lap, the story continues.
Finally when you are about to doze off just before the first snore, she whispers in your ears "There's a sale on tomorrow at Jimmy Choo".
Drive 2:
She looks at you and you saw her eyes wide, big and sparkly. Waiting in excitement just to speak into your heart. When you are standing just at the right distance -3.1cm away from the bridge of her nose, she drops the good news to you!
"Darling! There's a sale tomorrow at Jimmy Choo!!" (Jumps up and down and probably steps on your baby-toe too) . So how much credit is left on your card (Big shinny eyes blinking 10 times per second). Mine is busted. Then you give her THE LOOK and she goes Darlingggggggggggggggg (till the small hairs on your hands stand in one accord to the sound of the ever famous high-pitched-sing-song-tune) Can lar darlingggggggggggg (swings your arms like how your colleagues at work teased you when the boss did the exact swiminging motions with you the other day!) And finally you gave in...and hands over your card.
Yeay!! ( she continues jumping up and down in front of you kissing ... the CARD!) Darlinggggggggg you are the best!
So what's the verdict dear husbands and boyfriends? which do you (actually) prefer?
My advise to you is. Don't be a goblok - listen carefully to allllllllll our stories and think. Get the hint!
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