How women communicate




    Most women communicate with men differently as time passes.

Let me be the first to emphatically state that some women do not grow older. Oh, the body may show the effects of time, but there is an inner beauty, an undeniable class and strength they own. Like a fine wine or expensive cheese, some women gracefully mature as time passes; they gain a desirable perfection. These possess a class of dignity and power and are cherished by men of refined, cultured taste.

These women know how to secure their man. They took on their man as a challenge — a kind of build-it-yourself project — and they build their man to appreciate class and strength in a woman.

To the other women who merely get older as age takes its effect, these women may look at the man they’re stuck with and regret the passing of their youth and failed efforts. Nevertheless, it might surprise all women that the Neanderthal you have in your life has known important things his whole life.

Even after years of long-shared cave-dwelling cohabitation, that male knows a thing or two because, well, “he’s seen a thing or two.”     No doubt, as we’ve all become more civilized, the wiser male species has gained insights for survival.

Whether it is from tangling with a female Siberian saber-toothed tiger or Tanzanian she-devil or from veering over that proverbial line to step on his woman’s last nerve, many a man has gained insights. The men who learn become wiser, and the woman knows she has trained her dragon, so to speak.

Sadly, some homes are filled with loud verbal volleys. Some are so tension-filled that they’re merely waiting in their corner of the house for the bell to signal the next bout in the ring.

Yet, some homes are blessed to be void of verbal tensions. Wise is the woman who has helped the male in her home to read simple signs. In these latter homes they have learned to communicate without resorting to verbal altercations. In fact, in these homes words are not needed to communicate.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Here, the missus is seen glancing lovingly at me as words between us are no longer needed.

(The missus has graciously allowed this picture to be published as a warning. No husband was injured — he could’a been, but I wasn’t.)

Warning: These musings may be serious or may be humorous. Enjoy! H.R. Grimm is a self-described lovable, prone to blunt, witty, tending toward sarcastic, saved-by-grace, constantly thinking storyteller. Grimm, a military veteran, and his wife call La Vernia home. Email reader@lavernianews.com.