Topic of conversation

Neither of us in this relationship is a master conversationalist. Working from home, my socializing is with a cat (read: seriously lacking, save for a “meow”). And my million of friends online. The boyfriend, well… like any male counterpart, I suppose, has a certain mute button pushed when I start talking. Most of the times, he won’t even notice I’m speaking.

Then when I’m talking to myself — or worse, the cat — he’ll respond with a booming “huh?” from a separate room. Why IS it when I am directing a question or bringing up a topic, he is completely vacant while SITTING RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME, yet hears me mumble something from 800 sq. feet away?

Men, I will never understand you.

But when we do have conversations, it goes something like this:

THE MUNDANE
SCENE: Couch. Television on.

Mel: Awwww, the cat is crying.

AB: Because the cat’s eyes are watering, does not mean he’s crying…

Mel: (interrupting) I wonder if he’s sad about something.

AB: And even if he were crying, it doesn’t mean he’s sad.

Mel: He’s crying & sad because he hates when you pick him up.

AB: I cleaned his eye junk out this morning.

Or, THE BEDROOM TALK
SCENE: Err, the bed.

Mel: do you remember hands across America?

AB: I have no idea what you are talking about.

SERIOUSLY! (btw, I am NOT that old)

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