The Differences between the Sexes

Let’s say a guy named Roger is attracted to a woman named Elaine. He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of them is seeing anybody else.


And then, one evening when they’re driving home, a thought occurs to Elaine, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: “Do you realize that, as of tonight, we’ve been seeing each other for exactly six months?” And then there is silence in the car.


To Elaine, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself: “Geez, I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he’s been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I’m trying to  push him into some  kind of obligation that he doesn’t want, or isn’t sure of.”


And Roger is thinking: Holy shit. Six months.


And Elaine is thinking: But, hey, I’m not so sure I want this kind of relationship, either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so I’d have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going the way we are, moving steadily toward… I mean, where are we going?  Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy? Are

we heading toward marriage? Toward children? Toward a lifetime together? Am I  ready for that level of commitment? Do I really even know this person?


And Roger is thinking: …so that means it was… let’s see…February when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the  dealer’s, which means… let me check the odometer…


Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here.


And Elaine is thinking: He’s upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe I’m   reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed-even  before I sensed it-that I was feeling some reservations. Yes, I bet that’s it. That’s why he’s so reluctant to say anything about his own feelings.  He’s afraid of being rejected.


And Roger is thinking: And I’m gonna have them look at the transmission again. I don’t care what those morons say, it’s still not shifting right. And they better not try to blame it on the cold weather this time. What   cold weather? It’s 87 degrees out, and this thing is shifting like a garbage truck, and I paid those incompetent thieves $600.


And Elaine is thinking: He’s angry. And I don’t blame him. I’d be angry too. I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can’t help the way I feel.  I’m just not sure.


And Roger is thinking: They’ll probably say it’s only a 90-day warranty…scumbags.


And Elaine is thinking: Maybe I’m just too idealistic, waiting for a knight to come riding up on his white horse, when I’m sitting right next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person I truly do  care about, a person who seems to truly care

about me. A person who is in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl romantic  fantasy.


And Roger is thinking: Warranty? They want a warranty? I’ll give them a warranty. I’ll take their warranty and stick it right up their…


“Roger,” Elaine says aloud.


“What?” says Roger, startled.


“Please don’t torture yourself like this,” she says, her eyes beginning to brim with tears. “Maybe I should never have… Oh God, I feel so…”   (She breaks down, sobbing.)


“What?” says Roger.


“I’m such a fool,” Elaine sobs. “I mean, I know there’s no knight. I really know that. It’s silly. There’s no knight, and there’s no horse.”


“There’s no horse?” says Roger.


“You think I’m a fool, don’t you?” Elaine says.


“No!” says Roger, glad to finally know the correct answer.


“It’s just that… it’s that I… I need some time,” Elaine says.


(There is a 15-second pause while Roger, thinking as fast as he can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one that he thinks might work.) “O.K,” he says.


(Elaine, deeply moved, touches his hand.) “Oh, Roger, do you really feel that way?”


“What way?” says Roger.


“That way about time,” says Elaine.


“Oh,” says Roger. “Yes.”


(Elaine turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially  if it involves a horse. At last she speaks.)  “Thank you, Roger,” she says.


“Thank you,” says Roger.


Then he takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted, tortured soul, and weeps until dawn, whereas when Roger gets back to  his place, he opens a bag of Doritos, turns on the TV, and immediately  becomes deeply involved in a rerun of a tennis match between two Brazilians he never heard of. A tiny voice in the far recesses of his mind  tells  him that something major was going on back there in the car, but he is  pretty sure there is no way he would ever understand what, and so he  figures it’s better if he doesn’t think about it.


The next day Elaine will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours.

In painstaking detail, they will analyze everything she said and

Every thing he said, going over it time and time again,  exploring every word, expression, and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering every possible  ramification.  They will continue to discuss this subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any definite conclusions, but never getting bored with it, either.


Meanwhile, Roger, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual friend of his and Elaine’s, will pause just before serving, frown, and say: “Norm, did Elaine ever own a horse?”


And that’s the difference between men and women!




Since the time of Genesis, men and women have been discussed and/or

had comparisons made about them. Here are a few more examples.



If Laura, Suzanne, Debra and Rose go out for lunch, they will call each other Laura, Suzanne, Debra and Rose.

If Mike, Charlie, Bob and John go out, they will affectionately refer to each  other as Fat Boy, Godzilla, Peanut-Head and Shorty.



When the bill arrives, Mike, Charlie, Bob and John will each throw in $20,even though it’s only for $32.50. None of them will have anything smaller, and none will actually admit they want change back.

When the girls get their bill, out come the pocket calculators.



A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he wants.

A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn’t want.



A man has six items in his bathroom: a toothbrush, shaving cream,

razor, a  bar of soap, and a towel from the Holiday Inn.

The average number of items in the typical woman’s bathroom is 337.

A man would not be able to identify most of these items.



A woman has the last word in any argument.

Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.



Women love cats.

Men say they love cats, but when women aren’t looking, men kick  cats.



A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.

A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.



A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.

A successful woman is one who can find such a man.



A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn’t.

A man marries a woman expecting that she won’t change and she does.



A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the

garbage,  answer the phone, read a book, and get the mail.


A man will dress up for weddings and funerals.



Men wake up as good-looking as they were when they went to bed.

Women somehow deteriorate during the night.



A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments  and romances, best friends, favorite foods, secret fears and hopes and dreams.

A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.









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