Ladies, we are not mind readers

Men are not mind readers. We can’t figure out things, we are not as smart as you want us to be, simply because we are not wired to be intuitive to the point of accurately guessing what you are thinking. No. Even what you call ‘obvious’ may not be that obvious to us, just take it like that; we don’t fake it, we don’t pretend not to notice, we just don’t notice.

Most of the time, that is; once in a while we notice, but frankly opt to pretend otherwise just to keep the peace. Anyway, my point is that stop thinking we can read your mind; if you want us to know something, just say it. I noticed she wasn’t her usual self the moment I walked in. After the hellos, I asked her if all was well. She said everything was okay, and then walked off. That in itself meant something was wrong it had everything to do with me.
I gave her a few minutes, went after her and again asked if she was alright.

She gave me a long look, and said, ‘Yeah Eugene, I am OK. I already told you I am okay’. So I went off to do my own things, taking her word that she was fine. Maybe it was something else, maybe she was just exhausted. But two days later, she was still like that; our conversation had rapidly deteriorated into one-liners from her, and mostly monologues from me.

By this time, I was certain she was holding an axe for me, but for the specific reason, I could not figure out why. I tried to go over the past week in minute detail, to see if there was anyway I might have crossed her, but I kept coming up blank. I had stopped asking her if something was wrong after she had told me to ‘stop asking the same question for which you already have the answer.

I told you am fine’. But she wasn’t, and the reason was me for sure. I decided to give her time to come out with it and tell me when she was ready. But after a few days, I realised she was probably waiting for me to realise what I was doing wrong and make amends first. And yet, I still did not have a clue as to what was itching her.

Finally, I told her to cut the crap; I was tired of this cold war, at least if I knew what I was guilty of…. Then giving me the dagger eye, she told me that I had hurt her feelings, I had been very insensitive towards her. Nothing came to mind immediately, so I asked her to explain.

Asking me “you still don’t know what you did?!’ As if what she had just said had been a full explanation, she shook her head like she knew I was just pretending. But I was clueless. After a lot of cajoling and coaxing, she finally told me that that time, four days ago, when she had asked me if I would be interested in going with her to visit her friend who had just had a baby, and I had said no (since she sounded like she was just checking with me), she had wanted me to say yes. She had needed me to go with her, so I shouldn’t have said no. Now, seriously, why didn’t she just say she wanted me to go with her?

The way she had asked, I had honestly thought either answer was okay. And well, I still did not believe something like that would make her that mad towards me for four days, it was something simple. Still thinking about this, I shook my head in bafflement. And again, she walked off, I’m sure mad at me for something new.

This time I was sure she was mad at me, for one of two reasons; either for shaking my head the way I did, or for delaying to apologise for not saying ‘yes’ four days ago. She is still sulking, but I am going to weather this one.
Come on people, we are not psychics.