Since many of my female friends have their families with little kids, we usually see each other in group meetings; which means several women and me (their boyfriends and husbands join us later after the work). Oftentimes the conversation is overtaken by what mothers usually talk about, in any given order: children, the troubles that come with housekeeping and upbringing, weight, fashion and clothes (at which point they proceed to show what they bought for themselves)...

At certain point they realize that I'm still there and say that they're sorry and I must be bored to death hearing all that. Overtly feigning indifference, I reply "You have nooo idea." When in fact all I want to ask is where the hell they bought that beautiful dress, those shoes or anything that I fell in love with. Yeah, they have no idea. Sigh...