Why do women do this? Part 5

See, I wish I had a wife like that. All I get now is...

Me, being the good guy here, probing and taking the opening query

"whats for dinner?"

Her, seemingly laying what could be considered a trap, like a tradoor spider or something

"I dont know, what do you want?"

Me, again defering, then making suggestions

"im flexible, what sounds good to you? hot dogs? pot roast?"

Her, trap laden volley returned.

"I dont know, you pick."

Meaning if I pick hotdogs she aint gonna like it, if I pick pot roast, shes gonna have to wait for it to be cooked, because she aint gonna cook it, I would have to.

facepalm.