A few nights ago Matt and I were watching an old episode of Sex and the City . Well, I was watching. He was half-listening and playing on his phone. "Ugh. I hate these scenes when they're talking." First, don't you dare dis my show. Second, "What do you mean?!" "It's so forced. Life. Love. Clever quip. We're so funny !" He said mockingly. Taken aback for a second, I looked at him utterly confused, "That's how girlfriends talk. We're much more clever than men." Cue eye roll. He knows I'm right. Still, I couldn't help but wonder, (see what I did there?) What the hell do men talk about? I thought back to a few recent conversations we've had after a "Guys Night." There have been some major developments among our group of friends in the last few months: 3 big moves, a hospital stay for a sick kid, new jobs and general adulting. Lots of material for in-depth discussions.The day-after exchange...