"Are you married?"
It was asked of Tripp and I as we were about to put our coffee order in during a quick lunch meet yesterday afternoon...
We both said yes--she didn't bother to qualify it with a follow up question asking if it was to one and other--she apparently assumed this and I wasn't about to volunteer any additional information in that regard.
I am a master of semantics, and deflection.
She was friendly enough, but things got a little awkward when she started asking how long we've been married. Tripp's immediate answer--"too long" and my "HEY" just indignant enough to have merit put us all to laughing.
(and I pinched his leg when she turned around--big baby tattled on me when she came back!).
We never did answer the question though.
I mean, seriously...how the fuck does the conversation end?
All I wanted was to see his face for a few minutes and have a dang coffee!
Not give marriage advice to a relative newlywed--considering I am someone who is perpetually struggling with her own married relationship I don't see myself as the best person to offer a marriage 101 encounter.
Know what I mean?
Sometime next to never...just saying.
"Too Long" is always a good answer.
ReplyDeleteI wish I had the courage to really play it up when something like that comes up. I want the courage to say, "You want advice? 1 - Always swallow, 2 - Wax everything, 3 - Have dinner on the table and your knees on the floor before Sports Center comes on, adn 4 - Never complain when he hits on your hot sister. Then just walk away. I don't, but I wish I did.
I agree with number 1, would have to compromise on number 2, number 3 only when my old knees can take it and he demands it (and I don't laugh when he tries to), and number 4 is a non issue...I'd walk away before I'd complain 😜
ReplyDeleteI'll give the the courage next time you're east coast... Lol!!