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!
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.