It's part of of a womans DNA. Even my female cats bittch at me when I'm doing nothing.
Get this.. my girlfriend stops by. I'm typing to you guys on the o'club. it's 11:00pm. She drops her purse by the door (where i always trip on it) heads for the kitchen, makes herself (and not me) a drink and comes back inta the living room and starts moving stuff on the coffee table. My stuff. I stop breifly, eyball her & raise an eyebrow, move the stuff back to where it was, go back to typing.
She then starts with: "look at this place. when's the last time you cleaned off this coffee table. and every single light is on in this place. don't you ever turn off a light when you leave a room? the ice bucket is empty. how come you never refill the ice cube trays. you could at least .."
at this point, i've stood up, gently cupped her elbow with my hand to get her up and we're walking towards the door.
."what?..."
I've opened the door, releived her of her (my) drink, replaced it with her purse and said... "I'm not domesicated. I'm not domesticatable. Which is why I live alone. I leave lights on because I pay the bills, I clean when I feel like it and refill the ice cube trays never because I don't use ice in my drinks, and we're both too old to have to suffer with PMS. g'night!"
She came back an hour later wearing an overcoat and nothing else. I may have won a victory for all mankind. Or, she just figured out that bittching at me is not how to get positive attention.
I did refill the ice bucket in the morning and emptied the ash tray in the living room. Call it the inventive hump rewards program.
