And yet, here I sit...completely or mostly woman.
However, the other night, I did have a mental escape from myself. I attended a murder mystery dinner with a group of other 20, 30 somethings from the church I attend. The theme was a 1920's, Chicago mafia type scene. My character was MeMe Wannabe, and I was a matchmaker. Throughout the evening, I talked to people and tried to suggest they use my match-making services to find true love. My "husband" Don Wannabe and I were the hosts of the party. I think my husband was perhaps the most stoic, party-pooper I have ever met. Yet, our character information said that we were deeply in love. So, I continued to call him "honey" and "dear" and tell people we were deeply in love as he mostly avoided me and looked at me as though I were crazy. It was comical and not completely surprising to me; I would be matched with the one person who appears scared of women. But seriously, who could be scared of this?
2 comments:
Quite the looker.
YES!! oo la la.
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