It is a mysterious and dangerous place.</p><p>But being slightly less dense than a block of lead I didn&rsquo;t have enough sense to avoid going where a man of my gender has no place venturing.</p><p>And as well-intentioned as I was, the result for me was only woe, regret and an angry wife.</p><p>I&rsquo;m talking of course about getting involved in social interactions between women.</p><p>It all started with a posting on Facebook, that accursed and addictive waste of time.</p><p>One of my sisters was hosting a gathering so another sister could share and sell some jewelry from her international travels.</p><p>Innocently assuming that my wife had been invited I asked her if she was planning on going.</p><p>No, she hadn&rsquo;t been invited, she told me.</p><p>I know she probably wouldn&rsquo;t be interested in buying any jewelry (I know I&rsquo;m lucky that way), but I figured she deserves a night out whenever the opportunity arises.</p><p>So, dim bulb that I am, I decided that the situation needed my ham-handed intervention. I e-mailed my sister and asked if there was a reason my wife hadn&rsquo;t been invited.</p><p>It turns out there was a simple and logical explanation.</p><p>And my wife didn&rsquo;t appreciate me butting in. She didn&rsquo;t appreciate me with extreme prejudice. As I cleared my usual spot in the doghouse I pondered my mistake. </p><p>It seems that being a male, I was unable to grasp all of the nuanced social implications that my action had wrought. The question of who would be mad or resentful or hurt by whom and for what reason had not occurred to me.</p><p>I felt like I was back in Algebra class, a befuddled moron with no clue on how to decipher a complex equation.</p><p>Please don&rsquo;t take this as some sort of sexist rant or take me for some type of mean-spirited misogynist in the mold of one of our local (blah)gers.</p><p> No, I&rsquo;m just a simple man (redundant I know) who stands in awe of the way women seem to be able to maneuver through the minefield of social niceties using their intuition, wit and common sense.</p><p>There&rsquo;s a reason it&rsquo;s always the bull wreaking havoc in the china shop.</p><p>Thankfully my sister didn&rsquo;t seem to be offended by my actions. She told me she thought I was just being sweet, standing up for my wife.</p><p> And even my wife, I think, understands that my intentions were good, even if she didn&rsquo;t need or ask for my help.</p><p>So the lesson here, guys, is to mind your own business. Keep your advice to yourself and stay off Facebook.</p><p>And ladies, cut us some slack. You are, after all, smarter than we are. We&rsquo;re really just like big kids.</p><p>But then again you already knew that.