You say potato, I say potato.... Misunderstanding Men...

More tales of the Boomerang Boy...

MFF: Hi, it's Frou

BB: Oh, hi - what can I do for you?

MFF: Um... is there something you wanted to ask me?

BB: No, why?

MFF: Ohhh... I'm sorry... I've been mistaken, sorry to bother you

BB: No, wait... what do you mean?

MFF: T said you had asked her if she thought I might go out with you if you asked. She's obviously playing some sort of game... trying to embarrass either you or me

BB: OH... no, that's right I did talk to her about it... what did you tell her?

MFF: I told her yes

(Awkward silence)

MFF: Umm... so... are you going to ask me?

BB: Ohhh... I thought you might ummm ask me....

MFF: B, why do you think I rang you in the first place?

BB: OH! Yeah... right... so you're asking me out... Cool!

I should have ran... I really, really should have...

And new tales of Boof...

Boof: Hi, what are you wearing?

MFF: Heah, you have no right to play those games...

Boof: Why?

MFF: Girlfriend, remember?

Boof: Oh yeah.. but nothing wrong with indulging in wishful thinking

MFF: You had your chance mate, and you blew it...

Boof: When did I have my chance? There was never a chance... was there?

MFF: What did you think I was doing all those nights hanging around at work till midnight sitting out on the back steps drinking coffee while you smoked?

Boof: Having a break from work?

MFF: And why did you think I volunteered to take the minutes for you when you were Football Club President?

Boof: You liked football?

MFF: And why was it that my girlfriends all accidentally bumped into us those nights at the pub and joined us?

Boof: Shit... they were checking me out! Seriously? You were interested in me?

MFF: You are an idiot!

Boof: But, but... that's not fair... I didn't know...

MFF: Doesn't matter now, does it... like I said you had your chance...

Email later in the day:

Boof:I still think you can't blow a chance you didn't know you had to begin with

MFF: Don't sulk, it doesn't become you...

And now for the Nature Boy

MFF: Can I ask you something? As a member of the male species, who knows me reasonably well?

NB: Sure!

MFF:Am I flirt? My girlfriends all claim I am a terrible flirt...

NB: No, not at all... you're very playful and full of banter but not at all flirtatious

MFF: Ok, thanks

MFF: (Unspoken thoughts) I seriously need to lift my game... cause for a brief while back in the beginning I actually was flirting with him... !


So, I'm pondering...

Are men clueless?

Or am I pathologically incapable of understanding them?