“I don’t think Buddy Holly is much of a waiter, we’re lucky we got anything at all…”

I wish more women could be like Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction, (minus the drug overdose and lame tomato joke, of course). She had it right, for sure. Most women feel the need to be talking or talked to at all times. Even a mere few seconds silence drives them nuts. I, like Uma, ask the question, why can’t we just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably share a silence?