Have you ever noticed that ladies like to "communicate?" I call it "yacking on the phone" but Ginny insists it is communicating. Well, that seems fine with me, but I have always wondered one thing: "Where do they get all the material to communicate about?" It seems that Ginny's friend Karen is the recipient of much of this communication. I think Karen is also a large disseminator of communication. It is sort of hilarious to me that Ginny will stop in the middle of something and say "I gotta call Karen." So I am sitting there dumbfounded about what had just happened that made it imperative to immediately communicate with Karen.

This has had me buffaloed for quite a while. As a guy, I have to tell you that when something cool happens, I take a moment to savor whatever it was and then get back to whatever I was doing. I don't feel any primal urge to tell anyone about it. No feeling of guilt that whatever it was would likely not be shared with the rest of the world, or even Karen. That is the way it goes.

I am thankful that women are quite different than guys for many reasons. Probably the second biggest reason is that they are a constant source of interest. You never know what is going to happen next. Cool.