Most of you who read my columns know that I love women. Absolutely love them. To me, women are God’s finest creation, and then some. The most pleasurable and meaningful things I’ve ever done in my life involve women, and I’m more than proud to admit it. But, even with all the things they have going for them, even with all of their plusses, women do manage to do one thing that drives me absolutely crazy. And then some.

To illustrate what I‘m talking about, imagine a man and a woman at a nice restaurant. They’re checking out the menu, and are about to order dinner. The waiter comes up to take their order, and proceeds to take the lady’s first. After taking it, he asks the man what he would like to order. And from here the conversation goes something like this...

Man: “Waiter, I’ll take the grilled scallops with just a touch of lemon juice on them.”

Waiter: “Yes sir, an excellent choice.”

Woman (to the man): “Gosh honey, I almost ordered that myself. It sure does look good, and I just couldn’t decide between the scallops and the Italian chicken. No mind then, I may just eat one or two of yours. You won‘t mind, will you?”

ZING! It never fails - I hate it when women do that! You’d never see a guy order something, look over at another guy who’s ordered something different, and say, “Gosh Ben, you ordered something pretty tasty there. Mind if I try some of it when they bring it out?” If you did happen to hear a guy say something like that, he’d probably also be discussing interior decorating, window treatments, or worse yet, why Clint Eastwood movies are too violent. Not exactly a man’s man, for sure.

On the other hand, women are deathly serious when they tell you they want to eat something off your plate. They fully intend, when the food’s brought out, to eat whatever they desire. And this drives me crazy for the following two reasons: