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Sat. Apr 21, 2007

It's A Man Thang

Susan and I have the same kind of cell phone. So at home, we share the same charger, located at my desk. Every other night or so, she brings her phone over to plug it up and charge. Through this ritual, another of the differences between men and women became clear to me.

The charging plug has a protrusion. The cell phone has a slot. One made just for this protrusion. And Susan has real difficulty getting that protrusion slid into that slot. So I ask if I can help. And, being a man, I hit it first time, every time.

While it has become a gigglicious inside joke to me, I think it’s become a challenge for her. Last night, I’m sick with an ugly cold, sitting at my desk like a zombie. It takes me a minute to even realize Susan is fiddling with that protrusion-slot equation. It takes me another minute to realize she’s not going to ask for help. She just keeps fiddling.

So, in my sickly state, I say, “give it here, and watch my eyes.” She watches me close them … and insert the protrusion right into the slot, creating the satisfying beep that says “solid connection made.”

Bless her heart, she reminds me of when I was sixteen. But I’ve figured out that protrusion-slot thing pretty well since then.

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