And I am on Repeat, Repeat, Repeat - June 13 2012

Last night I posted a Facebook status, humorously complaining about the fact that men just do not listen or pay attention (or do exactly what I tell them to, haha). But when I posted that, I was actually referring to my oldest and best guy friend. Remember back a few posts ago, I briefly mentioned a man I would call Miami Vice?

Well, this is the man I refer to. How many times do I have to tell you something???? And as I casually mentioned to him my blog—asking if he had read it—he said, “Not yet.”

WHHHHAAAATTT????

I have people adding me on Facebook, sending me notes, and talking about how much they enjoy my blog (and thank you so much to all of you—I hope to get to hug you all one day, and I will be sure to mention you on The Ellen Show). (ew)

And my guy best friend hasn’t even sat down long enough to read even one post.

(On a side note, neither has Willow. I check in with him frequently to see if he has, and he tells me no. He says he’s too scared.)

I recently had a bumper sticker made of my blog address, and I would like to put it on the back of his car so he can promote it himself—but I digress… ANYWAYS!!!!!

I was so annoyed. UGH. Miami Vice is definitely wrapped up in himself sometimes, but he has been there for me a lot, and I always thought he would be one of my biggest fans. But alas, he is not. He has been too busy riding around in a hearse (and I had to look up the spelling of this weird depressing word) in Nashville, correcting my grammar from “your” to “you’re,” sending creepy pictures of random people at his gym, singing to himself in the shower, or trying to get his picture taken with Britney Spears. Whatever it has been, he has not slowed down long enough to read.

So, thanks to that, when he finally decides to, he will have a nice fat post to soak in about himself.

These thoughts led me to think of Willow and the countless times I have shared my opinion or given my thoughts (usually when it came to my feelings). Several times I would see his eyes gloss over, and that is when I would start referring to my dog dying, just to see how close he was paying attention (and I don’t even have a dog).

At least that would bring him back to tell me, “I don’t have a dog.”

Haha.

He would eventually say, “I am listening, but you are starting to repeat yourself.”

REALLY??????

Maybe it’s because you didn’t listen the first time, so I have to make sure you get it.

(And when you change what you’re doing, I’ll clearly know you are listening. And guys saying “I understand” or “I see” is stupid.)

That’s just a dumb way to attempt to shut us up.

All jokes aside, people do not always pay attention—man or woman—but communication will always be tricky. One day we will all look back and laugh at the things we missed… or cry.

But either way, repeating yourself may only be for the benefit of the talker—and not the listener.

Next time someone tunes out, start talking about your dead pet that you really don’t have, or the time you were naked at the grocery store.

Someone is bound to listen…

July 5 - 2025

I completely forgot about this blog post. “Miami Vice” and I are actually closer than ever these days. He stepped up in a million ways and helped me through my divorce process. We talk everyday on Marco Polo and he gives the best advice and is such a good listener. We can talk for hours back and forth (via Marco) about religion, politics, customer service issues, etc. He gives the best Christmas and birthday gifts. He uplifts me in so many ways. We have come a long way since the June 2012 post and I am so grateful for him. I wish that there wasn’t so much space between Utah and Tennessee.