The Difference between Men and Women

image found on pinterest (which is a whole other blog post)

Patrick was strangely inspired this morning to clean out his closet before work. Since he's been training, he has obviously lost a lot of weight and has been meaning to get rid of all of the shirts that don't fit him anymore. But since he said it about 15 minutes before he usually goes to work, I thought to myself, "Oh, great. More work for me." I envisioned him starting and then leaving a mess in the closet for me to go through later. But you know how long it took him to pull about 25 shirts down to donate? All of about 5 minutes. He looked at each one and quickly decided yes or no, pulled it off the hanger and put it in a pile. 
The first difference — it would take me 5 minutes per shirt because each shirt would require a pros/cons chart. 
The next thing he did was go to the garage to get a big trash bag. I walked into the kitchen to help him put them in the bag so he could get to work. He started shoving them into the bag like they were trash.
The second difference — I felt the need to fold the clothes and place them neatly in the bag because it is a direct reflection upon myself.
I said, "Why don't you let me fold those for you?" 
And he asked, "Why?" 
I said, "Umm, because it looks like they're dirty." 
He said, "Well doesn't everyone wash the clothes they get from a thrift store before they wear them?" 
I said, "I hope so."
He said, "Well then there you go. We don't need to fold them."
I cringed. "Umm... I'm not sure. It just looks wrong."
He said, "Do you think the man at the thrift store is going to ask if they're washed? And if I say 'yes,' then he'll tag them with a 'Clean' label?"
I conceded, "Ok, I guess not."


At that point, I decided against telling him that they'll be all wrinkly and unpresentable and that I wasn't sure how I felt about that. For some reason, I didn't think he would care.


Am I right or are you more like my husband?


~cheryl~