Yesterday at work, a group of us girls were sitting in the pharmacy, chatting, and one of my co-workers began complaining about her boyfriend. "He won't get a job and he doesn't do anything to help me around the house." Co-worker #2 proceeded to bash her fiance. Before I knew it, I found myself sitting among an angry throng of man-bashers, all talking at once about how annoyed they were with their male partners. 'Wait a minute', I thought to myself... 'I'm supposed to be the "Man-hater" of the group! I'm supposed to be making these comments!' Only, I wasn't. I found myself almost sticking up for the dead-beat boyfriends and husbands and fiances, occasionally chiming in to say, "I'm sure he didn't mean it" or "Maybe you misinterpreted it." There was something wrong with this picture. I brought this up to my friends, and they all began laughing. The spotlight quickly turned to me, and I was suddenly fired with question after curious question.
"What's it like?"
"WONDERFUL!"
"How did you know?"
"I just did!"
"Could you ever be with a man again?"
"Never"
"How is it different?"
"In EVERY way!"
The intense interrogation continued for a few minutes, but I had to keep my answers as vague as possible since Lori and I work together, and I didn't want to jeopardize our jobs in any way. I do know that 4 women went home that night with silly grins on their faces and funny little sparkles in their eyes.
1 comment:
hahaha... don't forget the best question of all, "but, but, how do you do it?
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