Guerre des sexes

I took some time today to sit in the coffee-shop downtown and read the New York Times online, sip a cappuccino from a non-paper cup (a real saucer!) and, in sitting next to a group of women around my age, I realized that the sexes are two completely different animals in every possible manner.

They spoke so completely different then a group of men – they even spoke completely different from how they speak to men. Until today, I did not think it was possible for one to have a “craving for something” for “over a month without really knowing” what one is craving. Let alone, I did not realize that was a problem of a significance requiring a 20-minute conversation. Continued …

To say that women’s conversation is frivolous is sexist, and I am not saying anything of the sort, my observations are much more benign in nature. I was simply surprised by just how utterly alien the topics that three women might discuss seemed to me.

I’m in the final stretch here in Spokane. I started packing this morning and the plan is to leave a week from today. In the words of a bygone era: my arms are yearning for the touch of my fair femme du Portland.

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