What Women Want

There was a lovely lady named RW. Beautiful. Friendly. More importantly (well, maybe) she was a good tech. Respected by all.
Surprisingly, we got along well.
One day she stopped by my cube and started telling me about some problem she was working on. It had more to do with people and processes than tech.
She lists her problems and complaints and such.
I start to make a suggestion or two.
She said: "I don't want your help. I don't want your ideas. I just want you to listen while I vent. That's all. So please just listen."
Oh.
Ok.
So for the next 5 minutes I pretended I was married to RW. She kept talking, I kept pretending to listen.
Worked out great.