At the outset, I don't quite agree with this universal accusation against men... Ask a man who won the F1 championship ten years ago and pat will come the reply. Ask him about cars, bikes, sports or tech (for the geeky kinds) and they will be more than happy to share (and at times very proudly so) all that has ever happened in the past, is happening in the present and very confidently will happen in the future on these areas. My point being, men don't forget - they just pay attention and absorb only what interests them and conveniently ignore the rest. It's like what my hubby, with an innocent look on his face, often tells me when I, very exasperated, would be tearing my straightened, blow-dried and set hair out and telling him for the umpteenth time that he had forgotten to switch of the fan / light / anniversary / some bill payment which he had very solemnly PROMISED he was responsible to pay and a hundred other things - "Baby, why do you think I have married you... you are sooo good at these things that I can now concentrate on the more important things in life (read - the latest invention of Apple / news in Gaza / newest applications of Google / stocks / his blog / other blogs / food / sleep!!!). Argggh!!!
And then there are people like us - ask us the colour of your shirt on our first date, the perfume your mother wore on her fiftieth wedding anniversary, the last time we fought and what you had said which made me cry and what you promised me last Monday morning when you got up - we will be able to repeat it back to you verbatim, complete with expressions and emotions.
I had heard this joke some years ago and it stayed with me...
And then there was Bob who could never remember his wife's birthday. Finally, his wife could take it no more when, yet again, he forgot the special day. "Enough is enough! Tomorrow morning, I expect to find a gift in the driveway that goes from 0 to 200 in 6 seconds AND IT BETTER BE THERE!!"
The next morning he got up early and left for work. When his wife woke up, she looked out the window and sure enough there was a box gift-wrapped in the middle of the driveway. Confused, the wife brought the box back in the house. She opened it and found a brand new bathroom scale.
Bob has, since then, been missing!
Women always worry about the things that men forget;