It was about 7:30 pm and we had just finished dinner.
"What are you going to do now?" she asked.
"I'm going to go home and get ready for bed," I said.
"You're going to bed now?" she asked.
"No, I'm going to read for awhile, then I'll go to bed," I said.
"What are you reading?" she asked.
"It's a history of the Pacific Theatre in World War 2," I said.
"Don't you ever want to go out and have fun?" she asked.
"That is fun," I said.
I've lost track of the number of people — mostly women — who have asked me over the past ten years or so, "Don't you like to have fun?"
And the answer, if you're going to insist on defining 'fun' in the usual way is, no, I don't like to have fun.
But different people have different ways of having fun. Or maybe a better way of saying it is that different people have different ways of escaping the routine and reality of their daily lives.
2 comments:
Don't you realize it's your job to keep a woman's nerve endings constantly stimulated?
I remember one of my ex-wives used to complain: "I'm bored!" (I never told her: "It's because you're BORING, have you ever thought of that?")
Instead I said: "Well, then figure out something to do. What am I, the activities director on the Love Boat?"
She later ran off with a truck driver, which satisfied her urge for constant drama. And satisfied my urge for peace and quiet.
I get the same kind of grief from my friends so don't feel like the Lone Ranger.
Apparently, if you aren't drinking yourself to death and making an ass out of yourself in the process, you aren't having fun.
Mindovermary
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