I was recently engaging in some after work television watching when Sex And The City came on. Sex And The City is well known for making lonely girls cry and lesbians want to move to New York. Its effects on the female hormones are on par with a wedding and I think I even read a study once that said men are 3 times more likely to have sex with a woman if she is post Sex And The City episode.

Now, I realize that a straight man watching this show is borderline gay or metro depending on how in the closet you are, but I assure you I am neither. That said I was sucked into this particular episode. I wouldn’t say I was drawn in out of interest for the characters or even a particular puncient for the program, but what I found fascinating is how spot on it seems to be into the ora of a womens mind.

In this particular episode, Carrie Bradshaw (played by Sara Jessica Parker) was struggling with an off and on romance with Mr. Big played by Chris Noth. They attended a wedding where Carrie was asked to recite a writing she conjured for that very occasion, and Mr. Big walked out to take a phone call during this event. Carrie proceeded to cry and call him out on not caring about her or not wanting the same things as her… whatever the hell that means.

I found this fascinating, because this exact fucking situation happened to me. No, I didn’t walk out on a girl or do anything like that (not even I’m that hard-headed), but I did have a girl drop this level of a bomb on me after a seemingly meaningless situation. See, to the guy in this episode, he just really had to take a call. Perhaps it was his boss or his dying grandmother, we have no idea, but to her it meant so much more.

This is why men and women can never understand one another, because men think literally, and women think so fucking figuratively that men never have a proper concept on what the hell they are thinking about at all! Instead, we are constantly left asking ourselves “Why did I just get dumped because I left the toilet seat up?” When the women is saying “Why does he not care enough about me to know to put the toilet seat down?”

The truth is, neither side is right nor wrong. As much as I would like to say girls are out of line for thinking in this context, they are not, and nor are men. The problem lays in the fact that neither side is willing to compromise and understand the other side thinks in the fashion that they do. Neither side wants to admit that as ridiculous as the other side’s opinion may seem, their claim has validity to themselves, thus we need to at least try and understand it.

That stated, its far easier said than done and clearly I am not exactly the prototype for applying this knowledge. I guess we are doomed to never being able to fully apply this knowledge, so we may as well accept that we will always be miserably happy with the opposite sex.