Yesterday at work, my coworker was teasing me about saying that one of our clients had a cute Texas accent. He told everyone that I must’ve been looking for a date. I said, “I got more woman than I can handle at home… what makes you think I want another one?” He looked at me like he’d never seen me before. “Whoaaaaaa…. welcome to the boys club!”
It was a moment that reinforced my feeling that only male sexuality matters. I am already looked upon with a bit of shock because Dana and I currently have the classic 1950’s setup (I bring home the money, and then it’s Dana’s). We are so new, and we are so retro.
I think that my coworker thinks that I prefer it this way… that I’m sort of chauvinistic and I like it that Dana’s home because she takes care of me. I do value Dana, beyond any type of measurement, but I can’t take that extra leap into deciding what Dana’s going to do for her. I get to enjoy whatever this is for as long as it lasts, and remember it fondly when it’s gone.
Another coworker is hounding me to have kids, because Dana’s already at home. I’m like, “bitch, let me learn to manage my own schedule before I take on anyone else’s.”
I mean, DAMN. I just got into the boys club yesterday.
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Ha! Fantastic.
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