I'm helping out one of the neighbors in our business complex this week. Just doing office grunt work. Basically, whatever they need done. And since it was only going to be for a few days, I decided to not wear my lesbian love slave ring. That way, there would be no questions. No awkward tellings.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
I prefer people to get to know me before I "come out."
Her: Do you have any kids?
Me: No, but I do have two dogs that are my fur-children.
Her: Are you married?
Me: Nope, not yet!
Her: Do you have a significant other?
The phone rang and off she whisked.
I forgot. I wore my ring. It's habit at this point. I feel naked without it and since nobody at MY office asks any questions...
Her, looking at my ring and whispering because the other girl is on the phone: So, do you have a husband?
Me, whispering: No.
Her: A boyfriend?
She's looking puzzled at this point. Long silence.
Her: Oooh, do you have a girlfriend?
"Off and running!" Name that movie!