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To clarify, with them it’s not being used out of apathy. I know them both well enough to understand this. It’s more for placating the little woman of the house. They don’t want to rock the boat or seem uncooperative, so it’s their default response. I hate it. What they don’t understand, even though I’ve tried to make them understand, is that it’s the worst possible response they can give me. You might as well not respond at all. It makes me want to throw large, solid objects at their heads.
I suppose it’s the male equivalent of our overused “It’s fine”, but they are not the same thing. If a woman says, “It’s fine” you should almost always assume that it is indeed not fine and set about to make things fine. Preferably with gifts and groveling.
If I ask you if you want spaghetti for supper, the appropriate response is “Yes, please” or “I’d rather eat dog poo”, not “I don’t care”. That tells me nothing at all about your preferences for spaghetti or dog poo, and I’ve often wondered what would happen if I just served them a big bowl of hot water with a side of ketchup and proclaimed “It’s make your own tomato soup night! Make sure you stir it well so it’s not lumpy!” Would that break them once and for all from saying “I don’t care”? I doubt it. Instead they’d just look at me like I’d lost my mind and make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
So you can imagine my shock when last night the hubs proceeds to tell me our itinerary for Saturday, starting with an early breakfast at The Flying Biscuit (which I’ve heard is wonderful but have yet to try), followed by a little shopping (! :O), and ending with a trip to the movies. Okay, who are you and what have you done with my husband? I’m always the planner of outings, the suggester of places to go, do, or see. He hardly ever takes it upon himself to decide what we’re going to do on the weekends in such wonderful detail.
For the record, I did not say “That’s fine” or anything of the like. I gave a big fist pump and a hearty “Yessssss”, which was met with a look of complete befuddlement. *sigh* Men…
He’s mentioned wanting to see “Zero Dark Thirty” and of course that would be his choice
because of all the action, explosions, and whatnot. I’m leaning toward the new Mark Walhberg movie “Broken City”. I shouldn’t have to explain myself there. Helloooo, Marky Mark?
But you know what my response will be when he asks which movie I’d rather see? Yup. “I don’t care.” But in this case I mean it literally because I’m just happy that we’re spending the day together and he’s taking me to the movies.
Have a wonderful weekend everybody!
xoxo
Jenny
This phenomena is often misunderstood by women we really don’t care as heart breaking as that is. Let me give you an example from a few weeks ago. My wife and I were shopping for a neighbor girls birthday present among other things and my wife asked me if I preferred the barbie paper or the the my little pony paper I answered the my little pony paper. Then I proceeded to look at something more interesting to me having nothing to do with the party. This time she asked which color my little pony paper, I answered I don’t care, She then held both of them and asked again without looking up I said the one in your left hand. a couple in the aisle laughed because they noticed I never looked up and she accepted the answer and moved on putting it in the cart. Now does it freaking matter what color the paper was or if it was my little pony or barbie not a freaking bit. But was my wife happy that I contributed yes she was. but if I guy says I don’t care you can bet he doesnt care, give him the spaghetti or if it makes you mad feed him cat food and maybe next time he will care. But quit bugging us with questions about things that don’t matter to us if we answer we don’t care we probably mean it.
If you think this is funny and tell your husband to glance at it he will probably say he doesn’t care. In which case just go ahead and give him the cat food.
It was dog poo, Mr. Angelo, dog poo, and I beg to differ. I think there are questions I could ask you that you would NOT respond with “I don’t care.” For instance: Small B or Double D? Wine or beer? HGTV or ESPN? Jeans or suit and tie? It’s all about context I suppose.
Seriously, thanks for commenting!
I’m guilty of this too, but under the mistaken context that my indifference would be seen as me “allowing” her to make the decision. I realize that isn’t exactly the greatest way to go about things, so hopefully when some lucky woman decides to be with me, I’ll have changed my attitudes.