"What are you thinking about baby?"

The response is always nothing. And, guys always lead us to believe that nothing will be the response until the end of time. Well for me... I am always thinking and if I tell you I'm thinking of nothing chances are I simply don't feel like telling you what I'm thinking of, and depending on how much I like you I'll either say "nothing," or, "I don't feel like talking about it". That's why when guys are staring blankly, 70% of the time they are probably just empty vessels, but that other 30% of the time they are thinking about something. And my next question is what probability of the time are they thinking about something but say they're thinkin about nothing? Maybe they are embarrassed because people expect thoughts to be all deep and all they are thinking about is where to stop for gas, if their new gadget came in the mail yet, or how they are gonna get out of spending Friday night with you instead of their friends without letting either party know they have a 60/40 chance of getting shafted. (I mean their friends can't ever think their boy in not in charge of the relationship)
Guys always say that they are really not that complicated. They also hate it when women make sweeping generalizations like, "All men cheat". They say no, I'm me, I'm an individual. So to me, it follows that not all men are simple to understand. Who knows what percentage of the time we women end up with that anomalous (according to them) difficult to relate to male.
Growing up I've had friends whose parents have been married up to three years before having their eldest child and they are still married today or a widow/widower. And, later in my life I've had friends whose parents like mine have never married but, however theirs chose to have a common law relationship. The one's that I've known seemed to have worked there weren't any confessions, accusations, or proof of infidelity.
From being a child 'til recently I always felt that I would get married. I mean I'm attractive, caring, mothering, genuine, patient (work in process) and a whole heap of other positive stuff. However, my view has changed and I don't think I will get married. I'm difficult, I'm a smartass, I'm sensitive, arbitrary (to others) things make me switch off and get pissed in a heartbeat and I'm always really sensitive to people trying to control me. Sigh. The number one reason is that I don't think I fully respect men. I respect them as a person but as soon as I have to deal with a guy other than as a friend, there's a problem. Having a mate/boyfriend whatever is nice, he's someone to confide in, someone to encourage you, lift each other's spirits and encourage each other in endeavors that craft a better individual. Sounds great right? But, how does it work when you're not really accustomed having that sort of relationship paralleled say for example with your mother, father, best friend, anyone. It is so easy to be in a relationship without the other person even realizing your whole self isn't there. The female single-parent (I acknowledge there are male single-parents) epidemic is so high that it creates an environment of ...why do I need a man again? (Answer: Only to make kids) Chances are if he didn't stay around, besides genuine mitigating circumstances, its seen as a personality flaw, moral and character weaknesses, the "he ain't shit," mentality. Sad to say the cap fits many. Yes I like sex, yes I want kids and no I am not a lesbian. I can do the relationship thing, but marriage I shake my head to that.
I've grown up without seeing the male/female husband/wife daily dynamic. I think I would die if I had to come home from work everyday and cook for someone (why can't guys cook the majority of the time and women infrequently, a reverse of the typical) or have someone ask me everyday "How was work honey?" I feel like I've grown up with my own house cuz if one member of the family wasn't home I was home alone. I love having my own space and being alone zoned into myself, the internet, TV, phone, music or a book. Sharing the same space with someone til death do you part... sigh I think I would go crazy or just get detached or lock them out of my bedroom. *See selfish again my bedroom. Actually one night I just got fed up of sleeping in bed with my boyfriend I elbowed him in frustration waking him up and told him that he had to sleep on the couch. I just wanted to sleep by myself. Once again, not a good look.