Xath said:
Women will never be straightforward. Even if you enter into a serious relationship, the games continue. If she's upset, she won't tell you she's upset. You're supposed to know she's upset and know the reason why she's upset, all without her telling you with words. However, if you don't know why she's upset, you're just going to prove her point, whatever it is, and give her a physical being on which to vent her frustrations.
My wife's favorite game. "Why am I pissed?" I've finally made it past round one, which is "I'm upset, but when you ask, I'll tell you I'm just fine." To take her at what she TELLS me is wrong. I have to KNOW she's upset. SHe won't tell me. In fact, she'll lie right to my face & tell me she fine, then blow up a couple of hours later, because I didn't realize she was upset ("But you TOLD me you were OK" is not an acceptable excuse).
Now we have to play 20 questions about why she's upset. Actually, it more like 3 questions, as she gets REALLY mad is I can't guess what's wrong just be reading her mind.
On a related note:
Women have issues (as do men). But one of them is usually their bodies. My wife is cute, but still thinks every pair of jeans in the western hemisphere makes her but look "HUGE". Which, thakfully isn't the case. So I can tell her, "No, you look fine in those jeans, but maybe you should try on these low-rise jeans over here..." (Still hasn't worked, but I'll keep trying.
On the other hand, I have a friend whose SO is a little on the heavy side. If 5'2 & 300+ lbs still is considered 'heavy', as opposed to 'Land-Whale'. So, one day I'm eating lunch with them at an all-you-can-eat place (her wieght issues are defintily food related, I'll leave it at that). But as we are talking she tells us that "All that pants they make nowdays make my ass look HUGE!" Now came a 'Predefined Moment'. He's supposed to tell her "No, those pants don't make your ass look huge." A guy at the table behind us is actually chocking on some Kung-Pao Chicken at ther statement. Everyone within earshot is thinking "The stretch pants don't make your ass look huge, the 100 lbs of cellulite are doing that quite nicely & the 4 ice cream cones you just inhaled are adding nicely to the illusion." But, even though the laws of physics clearly state that her behind is exerting a gravitational force well beyond those of ordinary mortals, and that Haggendase is considering putting a bill board across both cheeks readable from space, he tells her "No, those pants don't make you look fat."
But, seeing how the item is question was her prodigious posterior and not the emminsity of the rest of her corpulent form, she fires back with a "So, You Think I'm FAT?!" (More chocking sounds of Kung-Pao Guy). At this point an arguement breaks out. I'm embarressed, my friend is trying to calm her down and the manager is worried about his chair. In the end, she retreats to 4 more ice cream cones (which contains more clues about her problems than any yelling going on).
I'm just glad I can tell me wife she doesn't look fat in those pants/skirt/top/swimsuit/etc and MEAN it. As I'm a losy liar.