Men Are From a Different Planet System ...
Ah, the joys of having an obliging housemate with a strong dose of Saving-the-damsel-in-distressitis.
I must look a fright as my housemate took a gander of my flu-infested visage and offered to buy dinner for me. Relieved and grateful, I asked for something simple and easy to eat, thinking that he would buy some noodle soup that would glide easily down my parched throat and soothe my over-worked lungs.
Instead, he came home with a huge packet of rice with an assortment of vegetables and meat. All smelling uttlerly delicious but not exactly the easiest on a battered throat. It is true that men and women communicate on totally different levels. My definition of "easy to eat" was obviously a different kettle of fish to his.
All that time I spend in the kitchen has obviously not escaped his attention. The gastronomic missive of mercy contained enough vegetables but more importantly, okra. He proudly informed me that he'd noticed I cooked quite a lot of okra and so he'd ordered those for me. I was terribly touched by his consideration. However, the delineation between men and women became apparent as his girlfriend rolled her eyes expansively and berated him for buying a sambal dish for me when I obviously had a bad throat. She gave me a commiserating and apologetic look while pinching his arm in reproachment.
There ... you see? A woman would think of that and immediately consider the repercussions of consuming a dish. A man would just think ... hmm, will that taste good even if it promised to eviscerate their bowels for the next week.
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