Ask For Directions - NEVER!

Guys (good ones anyway) pride themselves on being problem solvers, we like to take care of things for you. Yeah, we might slip up and forget to take out the trash or tidy up after ourselves but we're generally a very diligent bunch when it comes to doing things for our ladies. And that includes knowing the way to the restaurant or to the lake. I, like many guys, will cheat and do a Mapquest search if I don't know exactly where I'm going. But that doesn't mean I'm going to print out the directions. That would be a sign of weakness.

No, instead, I'll study those directions like they were a final exam in a physics class and somehow convince myself that I've memorized them. Five minutes out the door, I'll remember most of it but some of those little details will be a bit foggy. Hey, at least temporarily anyway, you're convinced that we know what we're doing and that's what's important to us. When a lady has faith in her guy and is pretty sure he knows what he's doing, the little pride meter inside all of us goes way up. Of course, every rose has its thorn. Whatever pride we felt in knowing you thought we had things taken care of comes crashing down like a busted pinata when we realize we don't have a clue where we're going or how we could have possibly missed that key street to turn down.

So what do we do? Here's where it gets crazy. We think you still think we know what we're doing and there is that narrow window of opportunity to get the directions right before you realize we're lost and that we made a mistake. So we keep up the act, saying things like, "Yeah, it should be right up ahead" or, "I remember this street so we should be close" so you feel comfortable that we actually know what we're doing.

At what point you realize what we already know, that being that we're lost, we as guys aren't real sure. My opinion is that most women give their guys a little courtesy silence first, knowing full well that he's lost but choosing not to say anything just yet. And we do appreciate that. What happens next is our own fault and that is, we convince ourselves that we can fix the little predicament we've found ourselves in. Sure, we turned left back there when we shouldn't have so turning right here should right the ship, right? Sound familiar?

By the time you actually say something or ask if we're lost, we are so beyond lost that it would be nearly impossible to recover. But we still don't want to ask for directions because we were supposed to know the way. To stop and ask is a blatant way of saying, "Yeah, I screwed up" and most guys equate admitting defeat to a root canal. We're problem solvers by nature and somehow, someway, we know we're going to get there. We know it's a pain in the butt sometimes but my suggestion is to let us guys be ourselves. We're going to make mistakes but, in the long run, we'll do more good than bad and hey, we're just trying to make you happy. That can't be so bad, huh?