Note To Self

Alison calls me from another room, "Sweetie?".
I call back, "YeAH?"
"Sweetie?"
I think to myself that there's no way she didn't hear my yeah, but instinctively I call, "YEAH?!"
She holds her silence. It's her non-verbal command for 'come here, please.'
I grimace. This has happened approximately 239 times in the last three years. Each time is happens I think to myself that she, in the common/understood-etiquette-laws, owes me a verbal 'could you come here please?'
But I know it isn't coming. She'd wait until she was certain that I wasn't coming, then reserve the right to be upset with me. Of course a kiss when I enter is payment for her trouble.

I've concluded during the course of this study, that women are programmed with non-verbal commands, backed with stubbornness, that is impenetrable to men. We cannot break it. It's a losing battle. And on this particular night, I log it in as one of the things I think is cute about her.