I've been looking for a house, and today met a real estate agent to look at one. I had come from work and was completely drab, hair in a ponytail, not even wearing earrings. We met at the house and went through the usual small talk and it happened that she used to live near where I did. She know exactly the house I used to live in, her kids knew my kids, we knew some of the same people, etc.. I also told her where I work. Typical. I wanted to see what else was in the area, so we went to a coffee shop to look at what was online.
I carry my laptop in a Coldwater Creek bag that looks for all the world like a purse. That's why I bought it. I carried it into the coffee shop and started to take my laptop out and she said, "OMG, that's the cutest laptop bag I've ever seen! I thought it was a purse. Where did you get that?" A minute later she says, "Now I know where I've seen you before. Do you get your nails done at Tanya's?" Busted. She said she knew I looked familiar, but couldn't place me until she saw me carrying that "purse".
I don't always get my nails done enfemme, but back when I was going there I always did. I've always been so careful to keep my male and female lives separate. This is the first time I can recall them being so thoroughly and undeniably crossed. She didn't ask me about it, or even comment on it, but now it's out there. I strongly considered asking her to keep it quiet, but decided to just let it go. Even if she broadcasts it, which I assume she will, I doubt that it'll ever get back to me. I hate being the subject of somone's juicy dinnertime gossip, but I guess I set myself up to be just that. I'm surprisingly unconcerned about it.