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    #31
    We hardly ever eat out but she always asks what I want for dinner , I reply and she rejects.
    You think after being married to me for 27 years she would know what I like to eat.

    The other thing I don't understand is this.

    Her.. Try this asparagus
    Me... No I don't like asparagus
    Her... Try it anyway, people's tastes change.
    Me... No, I don't want it.
    Her... Try it anyway
    Me... Leave me alone about it
    Her... Not until you try it

    This goes on for ever, and she knows I'm not going to try it, it's not just asparagus it's anything I don't like.

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      #32
      Originally posted by txpitdog View Post
      You're doing it wrong.

      Him: hey babe, what do you want to eat?
      Her: I don't care. Whatever is fine.
      Him: ok cool [then orders from or drives to whatever he wants]
      Her: I don't want/like this
      Him: you said you didn't care, so I made a decision. There's peanut butter and jelly in the pantry if you want something else. Might be a pack of ramen left if you dig around a bit.

      She will make a decision from there on out.


      Option B:

      Him: I'm going to Whataburger. Want anything?

      Hahaha!! You're not married, are ya?!!? It made me laugh thinking about how my wife would hang onto that, waiting for the most opportune time to rehash my statements!

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        #33
        Curt beat me to it.

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          #34
          Women just don't think like we do.

          Does that make them wrong?








          YES

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            #35
            Originally posted by curtintex View Post
            Worse than not being able to decide what to eat out is her not being able to decide what to cook at home. I hate it when she calls me about 5:00 and asks what I want for supper, when we're gonna eat at 6:30.

            Me: Hey, now that we settled that, I'm trying to close this business deal and I need to know how you think I should negotiate it.
            Her: How should I know? That's your job, just get it done.
            Me: MY SENTIMENTS EXACTLY
            Her: You're an ***.
            Me: I know. Love you.
            Her: Love you too.
            Me: Bye
            Her: Bye. Stop on the way home and pick up some eggs and milk, please.
            Me: Shoot me in the freaking face.
            Her: Curtis Ray!!!!

            hahaha i've had that conversation a few times...doesn't end well usually.

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              #36
              Originally posted by curtintex View Post
              Worse than not being able to decide what to eat out is her not being able to decide what to cook at home. I hate it when she calls me about 5:00 and asks what I want for supper, when we're gonna eat at 6:30.

              Her: What would you like for supper tonight?
              Me: Whatever you cook, I'll eat.
              Her: But what do you want?
              Me: Hamburger Steak with onions and gravy.
              Her: That doesn't sound good to me.
              Me: Cabbage and sausage.
              Her: I don't have any cabbage.
              Me: Spaghetti
              Her: The kids had that for lunch.
              Me: Grilled Chicken, corn on the cob and roasted potatoes.
              Her: No thawed chicken.
              Me: Whataburger
              Her: I'm eating healthy
              Me: Steak and Eggs
              Her: You've had steak for lunch 3 days this week.
              Me: Salmon, sauteed spinach and corn
              Her: You know I don't like salmon.
              Me: Halibut, brussel sprouts and garlic mashed potatoes
              Her: I don't want the house to smell like fish.
              Me: Fried eggs, pan sausage, biscuits and gravy
              Her: I can do that, but I'm just gonna eat cereal.
              Me: Hey, now that we settled that, I'm trying to close this business deal and I need to know how you think I should negotiate it.
              Her: How should I know? That's your job, just get it done.
              Me: MY SENTIMENTS EXACTLY
              Her: You're an ***.
              Me: I know. Love you.
              Her: Love you too.
              Me: Bye
              Her: Bye. Stop on the way home and pick up some eggs and milk, please.
              Me: Shoot me in the freaking face.
              Her: Curtis Ray!!!!

              That's funny stuff. If my wife calls me Michael instead of Mike I am in trouble. If she calls me Michael Lawrence (my middle name) I am in deep.

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                #37
                Bunch of young whippersnappers.

                Wife - "Dinner will be ready in a little bit."

                Me - " O.K."

                Wife - "You need anything?"

                Me - "I'll take a beer."

                Wife - "O.K."

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                  #38
                  I work in an office full of women. I just started doing it back to them. Anytime we go eat lunch as a group they come to me to pick and would pull that stuff with my suggestions. "No, anywhere but that" , "Ew", "you know I'm picky" .

                  Now I just say "Don't care". It's like watching a bunch of robots all short circuiting at once. They twitch, stare, basically go into a temporary state paralysis. Then it ends and the crisis starts because none of them are willing/capable of making a decision about where to eat. I just sit back, smile and feel warm inside. It's glorious.

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                    #39
                    Originally posted by Goldeneagle View Post
                    Bunch of young whippersnappers.

                    Wife - "Dinner will be ready in a little bit."

                    Me - " O.K."

                    Wife - "You need anything?"

                    Me - "I'll take a beer."

                    Wife - "O.K."
                    She's probably just so tired of your old *** that she's slowly poisoning you....with your beer.

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                      #40
                      Whatever you do, don't roll your eyes!
                      or say "Give me Cancer NOW Lord!"

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                        #41
                        The shoe is on the opposite foot in my house. My husband can never decide where to eat but it isn't where I want to eat. I never have this issue when I cook. He eats everything I cook without asking what's for dinner.

                        Same thing with movies - he can't even narrow it down to a type - comedy, action, etc. but it is never the one I decide on.

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                          #42
                          Originally posted by CEO View Post
                          I don't even ask anymore. I just start naming places like an auctioneer until something hits.

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                            #43
                            My wife is always determined to ask me one more question than I know the answer to. For instance, a friend calls and I answer the phone. She says, "Cindy had a baby boy. He weighed 7# 16oz and the mother is doing fine. Please let your wife know." Wife comes home and I say, Cindy had a baby, it's a boy! Then the questions begin and the freakin' continue until I don't know an answer...How much did he weigh? How long was he? What color are his eyes? What room is she in? When is she coming home? etc. Can't we just be happy that Cindy had a baby boy?! Women!

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                              #44
                              Originally posted by Mike D View Post



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                              This, right here, is perfect.

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                                #45
                                Why can women not figure out what they want to eat?

                                Y'all have it so easy . Wait until you wife starts counting these "macros "

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