Cracking the code

It all started when I suggested that we go out for our Christmas lunch. Jan agreed, which rather surprised me* but we booked to eat at the Bruce Arms. I have to admit that this is the first time that we'd ever eaten out at Christmas but I felt that as there would only be three of us and and therefore easier to organise and not too expensive, Jan should have a treat and not have to cook. So far so good.
Anyway, as the time approached I thought that Jan was looking a little down. 'What's the matter?' I said.
'It doesn't feel right, 'she said. 'I'm not used to this.'
'So let me get this right,' I said, 'you would rather spend hours sweating over a hot stove, preparing a huge turkey meal and all the bits that go with it?'
'Er, yes,' she said. 'That's what I'm used to to. That's what I feel I should be doing.'*
I scratched my head and moved away before I said something inflammatory, cos I'm like that.
Still, Hugh (the chef proprietor) offered a scrumptious choice of starters and mains and she seemed to enjoy it. What surprised me though was Jan's choice of main course*. Beef Wellington.  Normally, she doesn't enjoy great slabs of meat and believe me this was a huge piece of fillet, which she polished off with gusto.
Life for me is still a huge learning curve and I realise that I still have so much to learn. Cracking the code still eludes me.

Note the * represents each time I have to reassess my core beliefs. Each time I realise that I'm a long way off cracking the female code.