I’ve never really been a fan of the “men are from Mars, women are from Venus” school of relationship thought, but I’ll admit that sometimes I feel as though the men I’ve dated have spoken a different language. Like when a great date is followed by the deafening silence of the phone. Or when the big relationship talk results in a boyfriend-shaped hole in my wall. Those are the times I want nothing more than a dictionary that translates every deer-in-headlights look, ambiguous voicemail, and cryptic text message.
