One night a week my spouse and I attend a Weight Watchers meeting. My spouse feels that it is the one night a week she can get me to go someplace en drab and, to please her, I groaningly and uncomfortably go in male attire.
After the meeting we usually meet up with Eryn and her spouse for dinner (Weight Watchers is not a diet and dinners out are O.K.).
Sometimes another couple from the meeting join us. They have seemingly never tipped to Eryn, never made off-line comments to us nor asked any questions.
This time Eryn and her spouse were seated across from each other at one end of the table, my spouse and the woman from the meeting were seated across from each other in the center of the table, and the guy and I were seated across from each other at the other end.
You can see what's happening, right? He and I are swaping guy stories while the four women are chatting up a storm.
Felt kinda weird!
Hugs,
Persephone.