Last week St. Bob and I were walking through a parking lot when we saw two women—strangers—approaching one another. Here’s how the conversation went:
“Oh—I LOVE your sweater! That is so gorgeous!"
“Thank you! You know, every time I wear this, I get so many compliments!”
“It’s darling! Where did you get it?”
“Oh, I bought it so long ago, I don’t even remember…”
“Well if you ever get tired of it, pass it my way!”
(Laughter) “Okay—will do—and thanks again!”
Then each of the women hurried off. I turned to Bob. “You will never see men having a conversation like that. Not in a million years.”
In fact, go ahead and re-read that dialogue, and picture two men as the speakers.
Bob frowned, appalled that I would expect two men to gush about one another’s tops. In fact, a pet peeve of Bob’s is that I refer to men’s tops as tops at all. Men have shirts, sweaters, and jackets. Not tops. Naturally, I text him photos of signs disputing this assertion, whenever I find them.
But he is immovable on this point.
Nevertheless, I think men would be happier people if they would get a little bit excited about such things from time to time, and show a bit more enthusiasm. Both of those women went off smiling, a lilt in their step.
Girlfriends definitely rock, even ones you only have for a few seconds.
And, as long as we’re on the subject of girls, I highly recommend you read my chick-lit comedy novel, Sisters in the Mix. You can find it here in both paperback and digital versions.