Do you believe in the
crap research that women speaks more words than men on a daily basis? I've just Googled the statistics and found two things. Firstly, the "researched" figures are random. Some articles that claim that word usage ratio between the genders is 15,000:25,000. But I've read others that say it is only 2,000:7,000. I've even read results that identify no real significant difference between the genders at all! So what is the real ratio for the number of words spoken by each gender? Secondly, where is the supporting evidence? No reliable statistics could be sourced -- all have claimed to have counted the number of words from their sample population but no actual supporting evidence found anywhere.
So, do men really use less words than women? I'd say yes. Women can behave like best of friends even if they only met for the first time! How? They find a common topic to chat about! Whereas for men, they can have beer all night at a pub without more than a few backslap and a some friendly "Cheers!".
But how about in a relationship? Do you find endless things to talk to your partner about? Or do you find yourself running out of conversation topics if you have spoken for more than a certain period of time? I'd like to think that there would be a world of things to be discussed, to raise opinions to, to laugh over. Because even the smallest event would be important enough to be shared, even the most mundane dailies would be cute, even the most boring topic could be an avenue to start a cheeky banter.
I do not subscribe to the belief that a comfortable silence between two persons is the best conversation ever. I'm with the school of thought that propagates
how-would-I-know-unless-you-say-it-dammit! Can't blame a girl for feeling bored -- or worse, boring -- if the guy chooses to stick to his 2,000 words quota. Can't help it if one party doesn't read other non-verbal cues well. Can't force it if conversations don't flow, interests don't get piqued, things don't get said. Or heard.
So talk, boys! Expand your vocabulary beyond the regular
"uh-huh..." and
"really?". Ask what happened next, fake your enthusiasm, behave as if it was the best piece of news you've heard all day
even if we were talking about tampon brands, or the injured kitty we saved, or the price of broccoli in the market.
Even if you are tired, or seriously running out of steam to pretend, don't stay silent. No, and looking lovingly at us does
not help. Instead, tell us how much you miss us. Or how adorable we are. We'll may just be distracted enough to overlook the fact that you are just not quite interested in the on-going topic. And at least there won't be defening silence on the phone.
You know what they say. Men fall in love through their eyes, women their ears.
So whisper sweet nothings to me. Serenade me. Declare your love constantly. "Men of few words" is totally overrated.
And I'm lusting after that Victorian ruffle blouse. Check this out too. One blouse, two styles. Both effortlessly stylish and good for all ocassion from Gram's 98th birthday dinner to the uber-chic new club launch downtown.
I feel it ever so subtly. And I see signs of it everywhere lately. I'm watching the mysterious hand of Destiny move before my own eyes.
I'm overjoyed!!!
Oh how I love French macaroons!!! The pretty rainbow shades, the airy egg shell-like crust, the sweet ganache that fills your senses with euphoria at first bite! Ahh...
