A few days ago I finished the book 'The War of the Flowers' by Tad Williams. And one conversation caught my eye...finally someone who gets it....and he's a man...go figure. The conversation is between Theo (hero of sorts) and a Tinkerbell with a foul attitude named Applecore.
He (Theo) groaned again. "I don't know anything."
"Oh, yes, you do. I used to have a gentleman friend just like you. Sweet-tempered most of the time-he could be lovely, he could - but he just took everything that was given him and never wondered what was expected back."
"So what the hell is expected back, will you tell me that? Or are we men just supposed to read your minds?"
"By the Trees," she said, "it's like talking to a faun in the springtime. Look, fella, so you didn't tell her you loved her or that you were going to live with her in a cottage by the sea. Did you hold her hand? Did you listen while she talked about how happy she was? Did you or did you not tell her she was lovely and that you were glad you met her?"
"I thought you were sleeping! You were listening!" (...) "Okay," he said at last. "You were listening. What was I supposed to say? She was nice."
"You're just like that fella I went with. Theo, what do you lads expect? You make us work for every word out of you. Half the time if we let you have what you want, we never hear from you again, or if we do, you've gone all strange on us. We have to try to read you like a book in some language we don't know, then when we make a mistake, you tell us, 'Ha, I never said that! You can't prove it!' Look, you, you can't hold a girl's hand, cuddle up with her, tell her she's beautiful, then pretend that because you didn't ask for her hand in marriage it's all a mystery why she's upset when you piss off at the first opportunity."
I can only say: "Go Applecore/Tinkerbell...goooo"
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als dit lukt dat sta ik er
And men call us strange!
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