I walked out of work with a fantastic looking guy today, we were laughing and chatting, and waved bye with a promise to see each other tomorrow. Getting in the car I could already tell Chris was upset. Inside I was secretly cheering. Quick to assuage the concerns of my husband, I said “he’s gay, sweety” and we drove home to eat leftovers and Snickers. It was a good night.

Is he really gay? I’m not sure. He’s fun to walk to the bus terminal with, and talk too… and look at of course. Dark eyes, dark hair, stylish clothes, lean and muscled with a come and get me stare. And he’s so not my type. What is? Sandy eyes and hair, rough hands, and a man who has to go fishing on opening weekend.

Doesn’t hurt to enjoy a bit of jealousy though, does it?