Girls-only vacations revolve around eating rabbit food and talking about relationships -- perhaps the most often used word in women's vocabularies.
Guys hide their emotions and do things together: golf, hunting, fishing.
Women empathize and men razz each other -- which is why I found myself so stunned the other day to hang up the phone after talking to a golfing buddy I hadn't seen for six weeks.
I was stunned because we had not talked about the usual subject, problems with our golf swings. Instead, we talked about "Sex and the City," the long-running television show about four New York women that goes off the air Sunday night.
Would Carrie, the show's heroine, get together again with her longtime boyfriend Mr. Big, or stay with her new flame, the Russian? Was the Russian too self-centered for a long-term relationship?
Wait a minute. Were we really talking about relationships? We were. And we'll get the answers Sunday in the last chapter of this show that has probably had more impact on American culture and men than we want to admit.
Here's my problem: As a storyteller, I know unrequited love usually makes the most memorable literature and drama. If Bogie and Bergman had hooked up, "Casablanca" would have been just another war movie.
Still, I'm pulling for Mr. Big and a happy ending. I know it's corny, but I just want Carrie to be happy.