This is an old joke about the difference in male and female thinking. The punchline is definitely a capsule description so bear with me.
Guy has a really rough day at the office. He just wants to go home, spend some time with his girlfriend, watch the hockey game and go to bed.
He comes in the door and settles in on the couch. Due to the rough day at work, he's monosyllabic responding to any of his girlfriend's questions. She kind of gives up, goes to write in her diary and he watches the game. Her diary entry is full of angst: What's going on? Doesn't he love me anymore? Why won't he talk to me? What's wrong with our relationship? And so on.
Guy comes to bed after the game, kisses his girlfriend, they play a little scrabble and go to sleep.
Guy's diary entry? Work sucked, the Leafs lost. Got laid, though.