After 37 years of marriage, I am finally
getting a handle on my husband’s Guy-Speak.
Here are some examples
Me:
Did you like dinner?
Him:
It was alright.
Translation: It was not my favorite dinner, probably
because it was healthy and had no meat.
I am not complaining because I
don’t want to cook.
Him:
I am doing a fun fix-it project.
Translation: I have found a project that involves an
engine. It is challenging, probably expensive, my friends can help with it, and
when it is done I will have something I like to drive around.
Me: I am so mad about what Josephine Doe said about Warblesnorts!
Him: Silence....
Translation: I am not interested in this topic. Josephine Doe can say anything she wants about Warblesnorts, and I am good with it.
Him:
I am going to mow the lawn.
Translation: Would you help me mow the lawn by moving the
hoses and fences around the trees, and doing the easy part with the other mower?
Him:
That four-wheeler ride was a blast!.
Translation: That four-wheeler ride was challenging and,
more important, dangerous. I got to see cool
old mines, try to bust through snow drifts, and spend time with my friends.
A person in a jeep asks us the
following while we are four-wheeling:
Did you just come up that road?
How was it?
Him:
It was a little rough.
Translation: The
road has the same incline as the Empire State Building and is packed with boulders
the size of a large dog. No one in their
right mind would drive on this road if they didn’t have to.
It takes a while to get the hang of Guy-Speak, but I am proof that it can be done.
