The regular monthly dinner meeting of my women's group took place tonight. Normally we have a "no men at the table policy" and if there are husbands (most often it is the same two) who are going to wait for their wives they usually go off and sit together and have dinner.
Tonight, because of space limitations at the restaurant the two guys were allowed to sit at the women's table, placed next to each other in the corner so that they would have someone to talk to. Otherwise, except for their wives, they were ignored.
I was diagonally across from them and could hear snatches of their conversation. One of them was talking politics and was making the kinds of statements that "he" (my boy self) would normally respond to.
I know there are women who are perfectly capable of wading into such a situation, ready to do battle with men, but most of those are not in my age group.
And I also knew that if I got into the conversation "he" would bust loose in ways that would be most unladylike. I couldn't afford that.
So I had to ignore the guy and his comments and continue the pleasant social conversation with the women around me.
But I have to say, the "boy inside" was slamming his fists against the bars of the cage I keep him in.
Hugs,
Persephone.