Vova my buddy came down and said, “Give me your phone number!”
I said, “I don’t know it!”
I handed him my phone and said call your number from my phone. He said, “I don’t know it!”
We looked at each other and as our brains tried to figure out how to get our phone numbers to each other, I quickly text Sveta and asked for my phone number, please!
Sveta, who has both our numbers and knows them. She sent me mine, I punched my number into Vova’s phone, called myself and he has my number. Vova called me and I have his number. We then had both our numbers and we felt good about that, but… then, I realized and Vova realized, that without a “woman,” we were not able to do something as simple as trade phone numbers…
Without a woman! Ouch…
I’m just a guy, you know?
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Then the guy in the house across the way came over. His phone was dead, I had a terrible time understanding what he wanted. His Russian is 100 times more mumbler than Vova’s Russian. His phone is dead, he has a face like his favorite puppy just died, he is mumbling at a hundred miles per hour in Russian at me and I had to pick up the phone and call Sveta. Sveta got what he wanted and I finally understood when he handed me a paper with a phone number on it. I called his wife for him and he talked to her and all was happy after he got instructions how to proceed with life. He forgot to charge his phone and it was dead and actually unsurvivable dead. He has another phone now, he showed it too me today…
But then again the point is, sadly, the women straightened everything out, Sveta could understand his mumblings, his wife told him when to get her and what to do at what time and place and once again, us guys were happy to get a issue solved, but it dawned on me as with Vova…
Without a woman! Ouch…
I’m just a guy, you know?
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But, we repair windows, repair roofs, build fences, repair cars and trucks, grumble, cuss, spit, repair roads, clean fish, pluck chickens, skin rabbits, scare foxes away and a million more things we do, whether smart to do them or not. We do a ton of things that most women dislike doing and or dislike us guys doing and we do things that make no sense to women 99% of the time, but we get things done and make it look easy; except when it comes to knowing our own phone number, your phone number, your birthday, our anniversary and just about anything important to a woman…
I’m just a guy, you know?
Post by Kyle Keeton
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