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So Zed was on the East Coast this week, and he dropped by my place for a visit. A few issues relating to communications came up.

First, I hadn’t told Zed that Sheri and I are back together (she moved back in with me this summer after a separation of about a year and a half). But I mentioned it to him when he called me, and his reaction was basically, “Oh, that’s good to hear.”

Zed’s wife, on the other hand, reportedly had a much stronger reaction. According to Zed, “she was incensed at me for belonging to a sex that is so uncommunicative.” To add another data point, I hadn’t told Sheri that Zed was married before yesterday, when I mentioned that Zed and his wife might be visiting. Sheri’s reaction was just to ask, “Oh, when did Zed get married?” So the moral there is, don’t blame the male species as a whole, it’s just me who’s the non-communicator.

Now, when Zed got to my place, he and Sheri and I went out to lunch (his wife wasn’t with him after all; she had another social engagement). Afterwards, we went back home and I showed Zed the basics of Civilization IV, and we chatted about the usual topics: computer games and other software, books and comics, old friends and their doings, etc.

So just after Zed left, Sheri asked me, “Did you have fun in your boys’ club?”

My reaction was “huh?” She said “It was cute, you were just like a couple of little boys, you talked about your games, and your comic books…” Now, mind you, the things we talked about at home were pretty much the same as those we’d talked about at lunch, and Sheri has no trouble holding her own in a good geek conversation. And while we were geeking out, Sheri was upstairs watching “Sex and the City” DVD’s and making phone calls and e-mails to her friends, planning a “girls’ night in” with wine and chick flicks.

So yeah, I can still be a Guy™ from time to time. But people who live in glass houses and all…