When a guy phones and asks a couple for dinner, the process is simple. “Hey, do you and XX want to come to dinner on Saturday night?”
Answer – “Sounds good, what time?”
“We’ll be there”
“See you then”
When a woman phones another woman to join them for dinner.
They begin by divorcing themselves from the real reason for the call and I can’t even begin to repeat the entire conversation but it starts with a general discussion of children, grandchildren, friends, acquaintances, and ending with the well-framed invitation to join them.
At the half hour mark, the female mind is totally divorced from the simple process of “Want to come for dinner” – “Sure” response of the guys.
Further to the invitation is a long conversation of the menu, what should be brought by the guests (absolutely nothing of course) who else is invited, and what we should all wear.
Guys bring wine. Period. And we wear whatever we’re comfortable in. (unless we’re told otherwise of course)
The problem of course is when the guys do the inviting and accepting and the women are left wondering whether they should bring something, what if everybody brings something and they don’t, what should they wear, who’s coming and other very important questions of social graces left well and truly ignored by the men.
This of course is the lesson of the day – if you’re a guy, never get tasked with inviting people for dinner and if you’re a guy being invited immediately tell the other guy you accept but that your better half will phone his better half. A message of course that won’t get passed on but will allow both guys to feel much better about simply going to dinner together. It will also as a side benefit give the women something else to shake their heads and “tsk- tsk” about the guys. Not that they need anything extra of course.
And that my friends is the difference between men and women when it comes to dinner invitations.