Last February, The Lovely Marianne and I spent three days driving from The Isle of Long to Naples, Florida, where our friends, Bob and Loreen, were expecting us. I knew they were expecting us because Bob, a retired heating contractor, and I had agreed a few weeks prior to our leaving that we would arrive at their house on Sunday, Feb. 4, at about 1 p.m.
That’s all the conversation it took because Bob and I are guys. I was very specific and Bob said that he understood. We said goodbye and hung up. We never discussed our arrival date again. Guys are like that. We don’t like to have to say things more than once when it comes to what time we’re going to meet other guys. It’s one of the essential differences between men and women.