I
Am a Guy
Because I'm a guy, I must hold the television remote
control in my hand while I watch TV. If the thing has
been misplaced, I'll miss a whole show looking for it,
though one time I was able to survive by holding a calculator.
Because I'm a guy, when I lock my keys in the car I
will fiddle with a wire clothes hanger and ignore your
suggestions that we call a road service until long after
hypothermia has set in.
Oh, and when the car isn't running very well, I will
pop the hood and stare at the engine as if I know what
I'm looking at. If another guy shows up, one of us will
say to the other, "I used to be able to fix these
things, but now with all these computers and everything,
I wouldn't know where to start." We will then drink
beer.
Because I'm a guy, when I catch a cold I need someone
to bring me soup and take care of me while I lie in
bed and moan. You never get as sick as I do, so for
you this isn't an issue.
Because I'm a guy, I can be relied upon to purchase
basic groceries at the store, like milk or bread. I
cannot be expected to find exotic items like "cumin"
or "tofu." For all I know these are the same
thing. And never, under any circumstances, expect me
to pick up anything for which "feminine hygiene
product" is a euphemism.
Because I'm a guy, when one of our appliances stops
working I will insist on taking it apart -- despite
evidence that this will just cost me twice as much once
the repair person gets here and has to put it back together.
Because I'm a guy, I don't think we're all that lost,
and no, I don't think we should stop and ask someone.
Why would you listen to a complete stranger -- how the
heck could HE know where we're going?

Because I'm a guy, there is no need to ask me what I'm
thinking about. The answer is always either sex or football,
though I have to make up something else when you ask,
so don't.
Because I'm a guy, I do not want to visit your mother,
or have your mother come visit us, or talk to her when
she calls, or think about her any more than I have to.
Whatever you got her for Mother's Day is okay, I don't
need to see it. Did you remember to pick up something
for my mom, too?
Because I'm a guy, I am capable of announcing, "one
more beer and I really have to go," and mean it
every single time I say it, even when it gets to the
point that the one bar closes and my buddies and I have
to go hunt down another. I will find it increasingly
hilarious to have my pals call you to tell you I'll
be home soon, and no, I don't understand why you threw
all my clothes into the front yard. What's the connection?
Because I'm a guy, you don't have to ask me if I liked
the movie. Chances are, if you're crying at the end
of it, I didn't.

Because I'm a guy, yes, I have to turn up the radio
when Bruce Springsteen or The Doors comes on, and then,
yes, I have to tell you every single time about how
Bruce had his picture on the cover of Time and Newsweek
the same day, or how Jim Morrison is buried in Paris
and everyone visits his grave. Please do not behave
as if you do not find this fascinating.
Because I'm a guy, I think what you're wearing is fine.
I thought what you were wearing five minutes ago was
fine, too. Either pair of shoes is fine. With the belt
or without it looks fine. Your hair is fine. You look
fine. Can we just go now?
Because I'm a guy and this is, after all, the new millennium,
I will share equally in the housework. You do the laundry,
the cooking, the cleaning and the dishes. I'll do the
rest.