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Lies or Code?

My friend Douglas posted the above picture on his FACEBOOK wall almost six months ago and it got me thinking; hence this post. 

Correction, boys, they are not lies, it is code :)

So, in this post, in pro bono mode once again, I am going to engage in decoding for my male friends :)...

1. I'M FINE- this means, 'you better pay attention!'...'I want you to pay attention!' The wisest response when you hear these words is to take her aside or if she on phone to pause and pointedly say, 'I know you are not fine, so please, talk to me, is there anything I can do to help?'...There are times, though, when she is indeed, fine...if you have been around her long enough, you will know when it is alright to move on or when it is time to apply above advice :)

2. I'M NOT JEALOUS- you better believe she is! :)...If she wasn't she would not use the word. She would likely not have to say anything to the event that had you asking if she was jealous or not. So, if she declares how not jealous she is, it is time to re-assure the woman, quickly!

3. I'M OVER HIM- Why are the two of you having a conversation about 'him' (the dreaded ex)? That, there is the first sign of trouble. If he is 'all over' your chit-chat, then he is an issue to worry about. The conversation about him may have arisen from a phone call or message from him, a suggestive FACEBOOK comment...Whichever way his name got into your kabozi, you better watch out!

kyoka! this groom!! :)
4. SURE WE CAN BE FRIENDS- This will likely be said when the relationship has come to an end. She has enough friends. Do not be fooled. If she is keeping you around, it is likely that she has something to gain from you and not necessarily for friendship's sake.

5. IT'S OKAY- Refer to decoding in No. 1 :)
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