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Perceptive

You know how guys tend to get crap from women for not noticing details about their significant others? Um, yeah, I have a story about that very subject.

As it turns out, so does the Mild Girlfriend. Years back, she kept her hair pretty long, almost down to her waist. It wasn't like she made a big thing of styling it, but it was fairly apparent attribute to most of the people around her. Well, most people. When she chopped off a good chunk of it one day, multiple guys around her couldn't quite figure out what had changed. The way she tells it, many of them said to her, "wait ... did you change something? Something is different ..."

The women around her, on the other hand, immediately ran up to her and complimented her on her new hair cut. It wasn't even a question, they just knew. Not only that, but they noticed and they provided feedback about it. Remember, most of the guys were still back in the, "I wonder what changed?" phase.

The Mild Girlfriend thought this was hilarious, and she has mentioned that particular story on a couple of occasions. And I usually just laughed along, since it was, in fact, pretty darn funny. Notice, I said "laughed."

Recently, the Mild Girlfriend decided that she wanted to take down some of the decorations on her walls, mostly just to switch it up a bit. Even more importantly to this story, she actually told me that she was going to do this. I didn't get a play by play, but I did know that this was going to happen at some point fairly soon. However, I walked into her place and did not notice a thing. In fact, I helped cook a meal, browsed the Internet a bit, and even fought part of a Clan war without noticing that the walls were different. Yup, I pulled a, "wait ... is something different?"

It was only when she made an off-hand comment about the walls that I noticed that she had already made the change. Want to know the worst part? Two other (female) friends of hers had come over since she had finished redecorating, and they had immediately commented on the walls. I don't mean that they eventually made a comment an hour after walking in. No, I mean, darn near immediately.

Let's just say that the Mild Girlfriend laughed at me. A lot. I'm going to have to up my game.

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