Originally posted by FMF
Ah yes. You really know how to talk to a woman, I see. Wow. Is every man in 'first string' Washington D.C. as sophisticated and nuanced as you?
Don't sue the psychologist. Good news about your daughter.
[b]this is the biggest joke I've played on myself since I don't know when
All these RHP posters treading on your eggshells, trying not to hurt your feelings, will be so pleased to hear it.[/b]
oh, I must clarify for you what you so obviously misunderstand. It is not this thread that is a joke I've played on myself, no, dear lady, I've been quite open and sincere. I've also been rather at pains to be clear about not going to sue anyone.
I'm not the one with blood lust and revenge on their mind -- it is known to us that a lawsuit of this nature would probably cost the Dr her contract job and ruin her altogether, financially, regardless of result. Some want that in a misguided attempt to salve their own pain; I don't, for it would hurt me -- something for which it is sometimes difficult for me to obtain consideration. After all, think of whose pain we're talking about.
And I have no intent to be sophisticated and nuanced with you, madam. I am sure you would not appreciate it nor perhaps understand it. You are much more comfortable, clearly, with more direct exchanges. In person, I'd be sure to wear body armor. You aren't someone I'd invite home to take tea with Mother, shall we say.
You've managed to allow me to deceive myself somehow into thinking you were a man because you use words in a way sometimes a man does with another man.
That you are, in fact, not a man merely shows me my own clumsiness and lack of attention - for while bothered many times at your mode of expression, your style, as it were, I failed to diagnose it while having encountered it many times here where I work.
I know how to talk to women with the respect to which they are entitled as are men. But I also know how to talk to women who strut about and throw words around as though they had something with which to back it up. When they don't, some run and hide; others do a very good impression of Glenn Close. I'd put you in the category of requiring a metal detector.
Madam, I misjudged you and I'm sorry. I say that because that's the joke I've played on myself -- I've made myself the victim of just the sort of woman with whom I never associate out of choice.
I work close to the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History -- it is clear the more capable killers, the most vicious of each species, the truly most heinous and violent in word and deed among people, as well, are a certain kind of female.
The joke to which I refer is that I failed to spot you. I count myself fortunate you aren't here in Washington, D.C. as a government manager -- you're a natural knife fighter and therefore would do very well indeed in this town.
Again, a most respectful adieu to you, madam.