I know your immediate thought is that not only do men play games but that ALL men play games. This is not true. Men are actually incredibly simple. They don’t over-analyse, over-plan, or over-play. Women, on the other hand, play all the time.

Here are some examples:

Think about all the times that you’ve been upset about something that your guy did and when he asked you “what’s wrong?” you said “oh, nothing.” You said this in a tone that

This seems obvious, but what does this mean in a relationship?

Men have no maternal instincts. This is nature, they can’t help this. They can’t become this.

Remember:

They don’t worry about our safety when there is no apparent harm.
They won’t call to see if you got home safely.
They won’t call you to tell you they got home safely.
They won’t come up with solutions if you’re sick.
They won’t notice if you seem down.
They typically won’t offer to hug you if you’re crying.
They have no sympathy if you are whining.

I am almost 8 months into a successful relationship and I owe it all to relationship experts (at least for my half of it). I’m obsessed with reading self help books and think Cosmo knows everything about life. I am convinced that all men and women are the same (among themselves not each other) on some subconscious and intuitive level. Therefore, I let the people who study mass behaviours teach me about (in my case) what men really want, what they like, what they hate, and what they don’t care about. These feelings are common denominators for all men and women. Above the surface, they are almost invisible.

I think it would be interesting to share the rest of my accident story that I wrote about in my previous blog because it illustrates another side to my ever-so-changing personality. But first about personalities…

I am obsessed with trying to spot patterns of behaviour, both in myself and in other people. I take a lot of pride in my self awareness because I think it’s important to know yourself as well as you can. This way you can minimize your chances of being fooled by others. My favorite is when I surprise myself- when I say, act, react or behave in a way that I never thought I could/would.

I will confess right now that I uphold the ”all women are bad drivers” stereotype. I’m not embarrassed by this. I’m a huge fan of stereotypes- they make for a convenient excuse whenever I fall into any one of them. In this case: I’m a woman, I can’t drive, and I’m proud, damnit! No, I don’t mean this literally. I am physically capable of driving and do so every day.

I am mentally incapable of driving. This has a lot to do with me being a poor-decision-maker. I’m glad there are no tests that calculate your decision making process that are