Women are supposed to be the great mystery, aren't we? But do you know what I don't get? I don't get men. I really don't. Maybe it's a mutual mystery. Maybe we're not supposed to get each other. But if someone's giving you one word answers, won't you assume that they don't want to speak with you? So you say you'll talk to them later because you think they have things to do, and they say a short, not-so-sweet goodbye and sign off. And leave you completely friggin' confused.
Welcome to my world.