By Rebecca Burk / L’Observateur / March 25, 1998

Some men are wonderful and if you are lucky enough to get a good one, they’ll do anything for you, even though it may take them awhile.

Well, I was one of the lucky ones. My fianc, Brad, is a great guy and he’lldo just about anything for me. But sometimes, just like any other man inthe world, he messes up a bit. All men have their faults.I’ll expand on that and share a few more of the faults I find in men.

With men, you never know if they are listening to you.

Sometimes Brad doesn’t respond when I speak. He just sits there,sometimes vacantly staring at nothing, when I’m telling a story.

Although I would like some interest in what I’m saying shown, that’s fine while I’m telling the story because I wouldn’t want anyone to interrupt me anyway. But when the story is finished I want some feedback, of which Iget not much from Brad or other men I speak to, but plenty from women friends.

They respond with adamance, always leaving me with their opinion on the discussed matter. Sometimes we disagree, but because I enjoy theconflict it doesn’t really matter. No hard feelings.But Brad doesn’t argue, therefore I get angry over little things, because like I said before some conflict is always nice.

Men can’t make decisions. Even the simplest ones are often tough for them.”Whatever you want to do,” is not an acceptable answer, but to many men it is.

Let me give you an example.

Brad and I were eating dinner one night. I was about to sit down and Irealized that I still needed to get a fork. So I opened the drawer to get myutensil and thinking I would be nice, I asked Brad if he needed one too.

Brad looked very confused, almost as if I had asked him something in another language. His eyes got wide and he couldn’t speak. So I asked him again if he needed a fork. He started to stutter, and by thistime, annoyed, I got him a fork whether he needed one or not and threw it on the counter.

See what I mean. Men can’t make decisions. I know that if I don’t have afork, and I am about to eat something that requires a fork, then obviously I need a fork. It really is very simple, but in this case was not.There’s another thing that is often mistaken for simplicity. Asking a manto do something for you.

Brad’s pretty good about this one, however he sometimes gets sidetracked, just like the rest of the male community.

I recently bought some new cosmetics at the mall when we were in Jackson visiting his parents. I left them in the car over night, but I wantedto use them the next morning. So I asked Brad to get them for me while Itook a shower, because he was already dressed and was going outside anyway.

So, after I showered I got dressed as usual, and went in the other room to put on my makeup as most women do every day. Alas, the makeup was notthere yet. So I went to my car to get it, followed by Brad saying, “I reallywas about to go get that. Really.”Yeah right. He forgot and even admitted it to me later.Oh well, I suppose life is pretty darn good, and only some minor improvements are necessary, if these are the only things I argue about with my future husband.

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