The gender communication barrier and us

A few weeks ago, we had people over for dinner. And my darling, amazing and perfect in most ways, husband offered to help as I cooked and cleaned ferociously. 

I asked him if he'd be so kind as to set the dining room table. Now, I'm not sure what that means to you, but to me it did not mean what it meant to him. Baring in mind we've had dinners there many times before, and so he knows how I "set the table".

I went into the dining room to find a stack of plates, a pile of cutlery and some serviettes. In. The. Middle. Of. The. Table. Obviously, I exploded and called him (and his mom who apparently didn't teach him these things) a million terrible things. 

Making the dinner awkward and my loathing for his apparent laziness or complete lack of "want" to set the table to perfect. But, once everyone had left and wine gave me the courage to argue this minor indiscretion that had become a massive mountain in my mind out, I realized he honestly didn't realize that I meant putting the plates and cutlery out, like I normally did.

I've realized that we definitely speak two completely different languages, but half the fun of being in a relationship is trying to figure them out, together! I'm not saying I wont ever again get angry at him, but I am saying that it's normal and I will try to be better at communicating in his language! 

Do you experience the gender language barrier? Let me know!