I'm not that complicated, right?

From time to time, Chris half-jokingly protests that I speak "Rachelese". It is a dialect very similar to Bethanese, he has concluded. In other words, he claims that understanding what I mean by what I say is not always straightforward. My response is always, "Oh, I'm not that complicated." Afterwhich I give him a big, hopeful grin, and like a champ he concurs...though I know he still feels a bit at a loss.

So, I ask, are we women (especially we Williams women) really that complicated? Let's take a look...

When I say, "Would you rather do A or B," it is very clear that I really want you to pick A. Obviously.

When I ask, "Does this look okay on me?", of course I want your honest opinion. As long as that opinion is, "You look beautiful, as always." That one's a cinch.

When you ask, "Is something wrong?" and I reply, "No...sigh," then I'm lying through my teeth. No problem understanding that, right?

When I say, "We should really fix that," you know that's just a nice way of asking you to do it. Piece of cake.

When you ask why I'm crying and I say, "I don't know!" It's the truth. It really is. Easy to tell that one.

When I say I don't care what movie we watch, you know there is actually a (small) list of movies that I actually wouldn't care to watch. And that your job is to figure out what that list is without pointing out to me that I said I didn't care. No sweat.

Okay, so I admit that Rachelese can be a bit cryptic...but when I say, "I love you," I mean it. No jokes. And you can't fake happiness, even in another language.