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Dear Man: Do you think I’m smart?
Dear Woman: Trick question, am I right?
Dear Man: No trick. I just wonder if you find me intelligent.
Dear Woman: I guess I’d have to know what you mean by intelligent.
Dear Man: Stop analyzing the question and give me your general impression of my brain power.
Dear Woman: Yeah, I think you’re smart.
Dear Man: No, you don’t.
Dear Woman: So it was a trick question.
Dear Man: No, but if you thought I was smart you would have answered immediately instead of trying to figure out what I was getting at.
Dear Woman: Are you trying to say that you don’t understand why I try to figure out what you’re getting at?
Dear Man: Do you think I’m too sensitive?
Dear Woman: Are we moving on to another question?
Dear Man: Let me explain.
Dear Woman: Please do.
Dear Man: I think I’ve got something figured out. I have a tendency to share what I feel. You, on the other hand, offer what you think.
Dear Woman: I would agree with that.
Dear Man: Please don’t interrupt me. I’m on a roll. So I react by feeling about what you think and that forces you to think about what I feel, which more or less–at least partially–aggravates both of us, and because we think aggravation might lead to fighting, we shut up and pout in our own corner.
Dear Woman: I don’t pout.
Dear Man: Yes, you do. You just call it “going for a drive.” Or “watching a football game,” when you don’t even know the names of the teams. Anyway, once we get aggravated and we don’t deal with it, there’s enough of it left over inside both of us that we’re not courteous to each other, or at least not as much as we should be. And then we are both quietly offended by that lack of courtesy and soon we begin to believe we have drifted apart.
Dear Woman: So you figured this out on your own.
Dear Man: Yeah. I think a lot about us. Don’t you think about me?
Dear Woman: Definitely a trick question. Yes, of course I think about you. It’s hard not to consider someone you share a bed with every night.
Dear Man: So what do you think can be done about this?
Dear Woman: Maybe nothing. Maybe it’s just the way things are. Maybe it’s part of the imperfection that’s evolving. Who knows?
Dear Man: Don’t you think there’s a middle ground? A place between my feelings and your thinking where we can meet?
Dear Woman: I don’t know and that’s an honest answer. I really don’t know.
Dear Man: We go to church.
Dear Woman: Every once in a while.
Dear Man: Right. Did you ever notice something? In the story of Adam and Eve, God doesn’t give them two different sets of instructions. There wasn’t a manly way to take care of the Garden and a girly way. Just one way.
Dear Woman: I never thought of it, but I guess you’re right.
Dear Man: And if I can continue, there’s not a blue Bible for the boys and a pink Bible for the girls.
Dear Woman: That’s cute. I bet somebody will eventually try that, though.
Dear Man: And without getting too religious, Jesus did say that in the Kingdom of God there is neither male nor female.
Dear Woman: I get all that, but what are you trying to say?
Dear Man: I’m saying that if God thought we could get along, there must be a way to do it, or he was a real ass for creating an impossible situation, and then sitting back and laughing at our arguments.
Dear Woman: I don’t think you can call God an ass.
Dear Man: I’m not calling God an ass, I’m saying that anybody who would torture people with a hope that does not exist would be an ass.
Dear Woman: I agree.
Dear Man: So the reason I asked you if you think I’m smart is that I came up with this idea. What if I took what I felt and tried to make it more thoughtful, and you took your thinking and allowed for more feeling, and we ended up landing together in something that had spirit?
Dear Woman: And what would we call that place?
Dear Man: Human.
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