They say men only have a certain number of words they use each day. I was going to use some quip here, relying on sources easily found in books and on the web, about differences between the number of words men and women use. But, alas, a little fact checking led me to avoid such a quip. It turns out, like most things, our pool of “wisdom” is not based on any substantive research. We would like to pride ourselves on relying on research; but actually I would say we just want to find someone else who has said something that agrees with what we are thinking. Or maybe we would just like others to feel the way we do. That is why I continue to get those same emails, the ones snopes disregarded for us in the late 90’s. Some make you cry, but is it true, or just something to make us feel.
All this leads me to what I was originally intending to say. When I sit down at the computer, I find a lack of words. At least a lack of things I wouldn’t mind being quoted as saying. So I am back for now, but don’t hold your breath.
I say lets have a conversation with someone we can touch. Then, let’s end that conversation with a genuine wink or a hug or something that no semicolon paranthesis will ever be able to convey. We are able to feel more than just the small plastic squares with letters smudged from our sweat. They will remain cold and lifeless no matter how much time we spend with them. Your neighbor on the other hand…he could use a nice warm word or maybe even a handshake.
So for now, see you later 
