Three of us were having lunch poolside, enjoying the sun, catching up on girly conversation.
“So he says to me, ‘The difference between men and women is that women have to account for every moment and every person they’ve been with since they’ve last seen each other. Men don’t give a damn.'”
I thought for a moment. “That’s so not true.”
Later, two others joined us. We had all had dinner together on Friday night. As one slid into the cool, shallow water, she enthusiastically asked, “So, what’s everyone been up to since Friday night?”
After the laughter subsided we went around, telling who and what we’ve done in the 72 hours since last seeing each other. Maybe he had a point.