He doesn’t understand how some of his comments can be misconstrued; I don’t understand how he can’t know beyond the shadow of a doubt, how the recipient is going to receive his astounding comments.
Perhaps it is the passage of time that means I don’t dwell or Rubik’s Cube them as much as I would once have. I mean Hell, some utterly outlandish things have leapt from his mouth and caused me torment for days before further discussion makes me realise it’s not what I’m thinking – he is just a moron in the art of romance.
And let’s face it; I could pull some doozies out of my head without putting any real thought into at all. The piece de résistance came while sitting to watch a romantic comedy one night; he quite likes the genre, for all his bungling romantic ways. The conversation went something like this:
So; you only get one soul mate; and he had already had his. Does that mean I can go home now..?
Adding insult to injury was the fact that it wasn’t even the Harridan I was competing with! You would like to think that if there was a soul mate running around out there that it would at least be the wife; mother of his children! And when all is said and done, I didn’t have to worry about her, because I know and see exactly what she thinks of him – and soul mate isn’t exactly at the top of my list.