The Bean is a stereotypical guy – he doesn’t pick up on hints and he takes things pretty literally.
If I were to say to him in a pitiful tone, “I…I…. …..I don’t want to talk about it right now….” He would take me at face value and change the subject.
Girly, emotional games are lost on him, which is fine, because I’ve never been very good at those kinds of games anyways.
Despite his lack of emotional intuition, I find that The Bean and I have developed an incredible, intuitive ability to know how the other is feeling.
When he’s happy, I know it. I can hear it in his voice, and I can see it in his posture when he enters the room, before he’s even spoken a word.
When I’m feeling down, or am grumpy, he picks up on it almost instantly.
It’s almost eerie how he knows my moods, without me having to say a single word.
They say that good communication is the key to a good marriage.