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How to Paint a Bathroom
by
Jaron Summers
My wife Kate has this hormone imbalance thing. A lot of women do. One
learns to live with it.
It caused us a few problems so we decided to see a marriage counselor.
The marriage counselor, Dr. Seesaw, said that women were from Venus and guys
were from Mars. I asked Dr. Seesaw where she got her counseling degree? NASA maybe?
She laughed (why shouldn't she - she was getting a hundred bucks an hour to
listen to our hormonal problems). Dr. Seesaw said that this Venus/Mars thing
was a metaphor.
Apparently women want to talk about problems; men want to solve them.
Understanding this single point is the key to all successful male-female
relationships. Dr. Seesaw explained that if we wanted to have a good
marriage, I should listen to Kate and respect her feelings.
This is how it works. Kate might say to me, our bathroom needs painting.
Prior to counseling I would have simply waited for her to leave town, then
slapped red or green paint in the john .
Dr. Seesaw said that Kate needs to talk about the color of the paint with me.
Then when we come to an agreement about the color (which also involves talking about the rest of our home and other important things to women) we go
onto stage two.
Curiously stage two is not the actual painting. It's simply more talking and
respecting each other's feelings.
Stage three is way past the painting. Here you learn that although women
like to talk about stuff, some stuff you never talk about. For example, the
hormonal imbalance can make them appear crazy. (Take my advice if you ever
have an urge to point this out, discuss the color of your bathroom paint.)
This is a tough concept for guys to learn but after they end up sleeping
alone a couple of times, they catch on.
I could hardly wait to try out the Mars/Venus approach.
Then it happened. Anyway, Kate fell down our stairs.
My first impulse was to call 911 or carry Kate to the car and drive her to
the hospital but thanks to Dr. Seesaw I switched on my Venus mode. I got
right into my wife's feelings and asked her how she felt.
"I feel my leg is broken," she said.
"Broken. Well, fancy that. That must feel pretty uncomfortable."
"It's very uncomfortable," said Kate. "My entire leg is throbbing."
Here's where I would have made Critical Mistake Two. Before counseling I
would have rushed to the freezer and gotten some ice and put it on Kate's
leg. But I remembered what Dr. Seesaw had said: talk about things. So I said, "what do you think would make your leg feel better?"
"Ice, you damn fool," said Kate.
"Yeah, but what kind of ice are we talking about?"
"Just ice, get me some ice," she said.
"Okay, I'll do that, Honey. Should I put it in a bag or wrap it in a towel?"
"Go to the freezer. Take out the ice. Wrap it in a towel and bring it here
now!" she yelled.
"What kind of towel? Paper? Cloth?"
"Cloth. What the hell is wrong with you?"
"What color?"
"Are you absolutely insane?" asked Kate. "Just get me the ice." She pulled
herself up onto a chair but when I tried to help, she attempted to slug me.
This proved Dr. Seesaw was right on the money. Women don't want their guys
doing anything, until they discuss things first. I was learning.
"Stop standing there like a telephone pole and move it! Get me the ice,"
screamed Kate.
"I think I'm going to use a blue bathroom towel," I said.
"You do that."
I ran off and got a blue towel but before getting to the freezer I showed the
towel to Kate. "Isn't this a beautiful shade of blue?" I asked.
She had elevated her foot and although the leg was turning black, it didn't
look broken. There was no blood, always a good sign. Kate gave me a strange
look. It was the kind of look she sometimes gave me during our magical honeymoon so many years ago.
"What would you say to painting the bathroom this shade of blue?" I asked.
"It'd be all right," she said. "Maybe just a little bit lighter."
"Yeah," I said. "Perhaps on the way to the hospital we could stop at a paint
store and pick up some blue color chips."
"I don't need medical attention. Could we go to the paint store together,
Darling?" asked Kate.
"Absolutely," I said.
"I don't know why I love you so much," said my wife.
I smiled. (The next day I mailed a one hundred dollar check to Dr. Seesaw.)
I smiled, pleased that after one session with Dr. Seesaw I had it figured out.
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I
hope you enjoyed this week's column. By the way, if you'd like to read the
first three chapters of my new children's book, go to Betty's
Greatest Adventure.
And
if you'd like to look at the beginning of a steamy thriller set in Malibu
and Bel Air, then click on Damaged
Goods.
The
bad guy is a lot like one of the CEOs I met on the way to Hong
Kong. Cheers, jaron
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