“I’m sorry, what did you say?”
That phrase comes out of my mouth as often as I’d like to stuff Ben & Jerry’s into it, which is multiple times per day.
I am a horrible listener. That’s supposed to be a guy thing, right? Well, somehow I got the male auditory chromosome.
Here’s a typical conversation between my husband and me:
Me: “What time’s your doctor appointment?”
Me (15 minutes later): “What time’s your doctor’s appointment?”
Husband: *glares at me while poking his tongue out the side of his slightly opened mouth*
I know the key to being a good listener is attentiveness. I seem to have no problem paying attention to the words that come out of my mouth—I hear myself asking the questions just fine.
But something happens from the time I stop speaking and the other person starts. It’s like a door or flap to my ears snaps shut, like the blue velvet box Richard Gere holds out to Julia Roberts in “Pretty Woman.”
So what the hell’s going on?