This morning, I walked into a doctor’s office with Chris. The receptionist greeted Chris by name. She then saw me and asked him, “Is this your wife?”
We shook our heads and smiled.
It’s strange how society quickly tries to pair up people at that intimate level. Especially those of the opposite gender. It’s as seeing long-lasting relationships is proof that there is hope. Something that gives them comfort.
It reminds me of the time when I spontaneously decided I wanted to buy a dress. While I was in the dressing room trying the 10+ dresses the saleswoman piled into my arms, she asked directly in a whisper meant to be heard, “Are you two dating?”
Sam laughed and said, “Nooooo…”
But I was in Fremont with Chris. I wasn’t holding his hand or doing anything couple-like, except going to the doctor’s office at an insanely early appointment. It is a suburb. A land I recalled yesterday when I met Chris’ typical volleyball people–where married people and families live. I met a woman who quit her high-paying engineer job to do a part-time jewelry job (like an Avon lady) to be at home with her two kids. Where people owned condos and had cars. Where the greatest adventure on the weekend was a trip to Home Depot, perhaps Target and Walmart. Or even Ikea.
And yet among my circle, I nearly know nobody who is married. A few who are close. But most are severely independent and unattached.
Well there’s only two explanations for why a boy would go dress shopping with a girl, so she had to rule one of them out! Generally less rude to ask that question than the other one.
Where the greatest adventure on the weekend was a trip to Home Depot, perhaps Target and Walmart. Or even Ikea.
You described my parents. Perfectly.
a lady helping me in express implied (didn’t actually ask) that andy t and i were dating. we were with a bigger group of ppl but the other guys were hanging back and being disinterested while T was being into the clothes as much as me.