We know what we’re doing . . .

Men are deluded, ignorant creatures. I should know since I am one.

A friend of mine has decided to remarry. He insists he knows what he’s doing. Guys always insist they know what they’re doing. Even when they have no idea what they’re doing.

Let’s face it . . . we never need to ask for directions. We always know the perfect gift to give someone. We have a bead on our partner’s emotional needs. We can fix that cranky electrical outlet without turning off the circuit breakers.

We know what we’re doing.

My friend insists he knows what he’s doing—drum roll please— despite the fact he’s just now getting around to finalizing his divorce. . six years after separating from his first wife.

No sweat, right? Excepting for the fact that the woman he plans on marrying also happens to be in the process of finalizing a divorce. After four years of separation.

And oh by the way, this will be her third trip to the altar.

This isn’t cynicism I’m selling here. I’m not harshing someone’s  mellow for shits and giggles. The truth of the matter is I’m not warm to the prospect of having to buy another freaking wedding gift for another freaking second marriage that seems equally destined to crash and freaking burn.

I wish he didn’t know what he was doing.

(Drink of the day- Rex and Goliath Shiraz. I have no idea, but the label looked really cool. I’ll be tapping into it this evening.)


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