Oh, men. Men, men, men. You always know the wrong thing to say, don't you?
I'm not sure if it's something guys are born with or if every man just comes to learn it themselves in life, but they never can seem to keep their feet out of their mouths.
Sometimes it's entertaining, like when you're witnessing someone else try to back-pedal their way out of a very unfortunate comment and you've got a front-row seat to that train wreck.
I've heard my fair share of these comments that have left me feeling like I'm in one of those murder documentaries on Netflix, right at the point where the narrator says, "That's when investigators say she snapped."
Because indeed, it's those kinds of comments that make me want to lose it.
Instead of asking me what I wanted to do to celebrate the day, or what (if any) gifts I wouldn't mind receiving, he decided to go a much different, much worse route.
He asked me what day my birthday was, and proceeded to guess just about every day except the right one.
But yet there I was, mad as heck, and significantly less giddy about my upcoming birthday than I had been at the beginning of the conversation.
Sometimes talking to men just be like that.
Those are the ones that most definitely make women dream of divorce papers. And possibly even make them try to remember the plot of that show How to Get Away with Murder.
You know, just for fun.
