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 They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one
 of them is seeing anybody else. And then, one evening when they're
 driving home, a thought occurs to Jennifer, and, without really thinking,
 she says  it aloud: "Do you Realize that, as of tonight, we've been seeing each
 other for exactly six months?"

 And then there is silence in the car. To Jennifer, it seems like a very
loud  silence.  She thinks to herself:  Geez, I wonder if it bothers him that I said
that.  Maybe he's  been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he
thinks I'm trying to  push  him into some kind of obligation that he doesn't
want, or isn't sure of.

 And Bob is thinking: Gosh. Six months. He is also trying hard to hold
 in the gas produced from their dinner and wondering if the relationship
 has progressed far enough for him to allow it to escape.

 And Jennifer is thinking: But, hey, I'm not so sure I want this kind of
 relationship, either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so I'd
 have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going the way
 we are, moving steadily toward... I mean, where are we going? Are we
 just going to keep seeing each other at this level of  intimacy? Are We
 heading toward marriage? Toward children? Toward a lifetime together?
 Am I ready for  that level of commitment? Do I really even know
this person?

 And Bob is thinking: ...so that means it was... let's see... February
 when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the
 dealer's, which means... lemme check the odometer... Whoa! I Am way
 overdue for an oil change here. He's also glad that his gas pains have
 subsided.

 And Jennifer is thinking: He's upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe I'm
 reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our
 relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed
 even  before I sensed it-that I was feeling some reservations Yes, I bet that's
it.  That's why he's so reluctant to say anything about his own feelings.
  He's afraid of being rejected.

 And Bob is thinking: And I'm gonna have them look at the transmission  again.
 I don't care what those morons say, it's still not shifting right. And
they  better  not try to blame it on the cold weather this time. What cold weather?
It's  87 degrees  out, and this thing is shifting like a garbage truck, and I paid those
 incompetent  thieves $600. He is also thinking about the gas pains which have
 returned.

 And Jennifer is thinking: He's angry. And I don't blame him. I'd be angry
 too. I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can't help the way
I  feel. I'm just not sure.

 And Bob is thinking: They'll probably say it's only a 90-day  warranty........scumbags.
The gas pains have again gone away.

 And Jennifer is thinking: Maybe I'm just too idealistic, Waiting for a  knight to come
riding up on his white horse, when I'm sitting right next  to a perfectly good person, a
person I enjoy being with, a person I truly do care about, a person who seems to truly
care about me. A person who is in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl
romantic fantasy.

 And Bob is thinking: Warranty? They want a warranty? I'll give them a  warranty. I'll
take their warranty and stick it right up their...

 "Bob," Jennifer says aloud.
"What?" says Bob, startled.
 "Please don't torture yourself like this," she says, her eyes beginning to brim with tears.
"Maybe I should never have... Oh God, I feel so..."  (She breaks down, sobbing.) 
"What?" says Bob.
 "I'm such a fool," Jennifer sobs. "I mean, I know there's no knight. I  really know that.
It's silly. There's no knight, and there's no horse."
 "Huh, there's no horse?" says Bob.  (His gas pains have returned again.)
 "You think I'm a fool, don't you?" Jennifer says.
 "No!" says Bob, glad to finally know the correct answer.
 "It's just that... it's that I... I need some time," Jennifer says.
 (There is a 15 second pause while Bob, thinking as fast as he can,  tries to come up with a
safe response. Finally he comes up with one that  he thinks might work.)
"Yes," he says.
 (Jennifer, deeply moved, touches his hand.)
"Oh, Bob, do you really feel  that way?" she says.
 "What way?" says Bob.
 "That way about time," says Jennifer.
 "Oh," says Bob.
 "Yes." (Jennifer turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes,  causing
 him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if
 it involves a horse. At last she speaks.)
"Thank you, Bob," she says.
 "Thank you," says Bob.

 Then he takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted, tortured  soul, and weeps
until dawn, whereas when Bob gets back to his place,  he opens a bag of Doritos, grabs a
can of beer, turns on the TV, lets  out a loud fart, and immediately becomes deeply
involved  in a rerun of a  tennis match between two Czechoslovakians he never
heard of.  A tiny  voice in the far recesses of his mind tells him that something major was
 going on  back there in the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would  ever
 understand what, and so he figures it's better if he doesn't think about it.

 The next day Jennifer will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of  them, and they will talk
about this situation for six straight hours. In  painstaking detail, they will analyze everything
she said and everything  he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every word,
 expression, and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering every  possible ramification.
They will continue todiscuss this subject, off and  on,  for weeks, maybe months, never reaching
any definite conclusions, but  never getting bored with it, either.

 Meanwhile, Bob, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual friend  of his and Jennifer's,
will pause just before serving, frown, and say:

"Norm, did Jennifer ever own a horse?"

 And that's the difference between men and women.