by Jayne Bonilla

Created on: June 29, 2008

The difference between a man and a WOman is the "WO"! And I mean WO baby! My husband and I went to see a therapist recently. I did most the talking and my husband chimed in whenever I let him get a word in edgewise. By the end of our session the therapist summed us up by stating that my husband is like a "short story" while I am like a "novel." She then handed us her bill. After peaking at the balance due, we decided if I was a novel and he was a short story, that it made more sense to meet at the "free" Public Library next time!

I am truly a novel while my husband is a short story. The important thing for us is to remember to celebrate our differences while trying to stay on the same "page' when it comes to the important chapters.

As a Mom and a Dad to our awesome children, we are undoubtedly living in the same hood. Parenthood that is. It's most definitely what we do best together. And it's ""apparent" that our children know how much they are loved and respected because they give love and respect in return. Even they perceive us differently. Mommy's known as the "softy" scoop of ice cream while Daddy's ice cream is firmer packed.

I also realize that since men and women think and act differently, the emphasis should not be on what is being said as much as how it is being said. We are always respectful to one another even when we agree to disagree. The sooner we acknowledge and accept the differences between men and women, the sooner we can get along with one another harmoniously. Or at least humorously. And I'd rather get along than move along, any day. But it takes two to tango. And even if your man chooses to fox trot, or has two left feet, all that matters is that he shows up for the dance. My man happens to be an excellent dancer. We fell in love on the dance floor on our very first date. We both can still cut a rug, but we may be more prone to rug burn after all these years.

Not that I'm an expert in male/female relationships, but after twenty five glorious years with the same man, I have learned that our greatest similarities can sometimes be our differences. In fact, those differences are what first attracted us to one another. He was a jock and I was an artsey-fartsey dancer and drama queen. Tall, dark and handsome, he valet parked my car at a fancy yacht and racquet club where I taught dance classes. When I went to give him a buck for bringing me my car, he asked me for my phone number instead. (Do not do this at home ~hey, it was the eighties.) Jock

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