(First of all, "logue" isn't really a word. At least it's not a word that I intended to use. So if it actually means something in archaic Olde English or something, that's not what I meant. This post is about the epilogue to the Joys of an Earring 2 post. However, it's only going to make any kind of sense if I first explain the build-up in a prologue. So this post is going to be both a prologue and en epilogue to that earlier post. Hence, the 'logue.)
Have you ever come across one of those friends that likes to play with their Facebook identifying details? I have. I have some friends my age who claim to be older than my grandparents. It's kinda funny, but it can also confuse some people. It's particularly interesting when people mess with their relationship status, since that can lead to some interesting conclusions. It leads to really interesting conclusions if people claim to be married to their best friends. I've seen this a couple of times when one woman claims to be married to another woman, and someone who doesn't actually know either woman very well takes this literally.
As it turns out, the Mild Ex is one such person. If Facebook were to be believed, she is married to a good friend of hers from high school. However, that friend is also engaged, so the Mild Ex is only one of the wives. I found the whole thing fairly amusing, so I chuckled quite a bit when I heard this story. Of course, people around me seem to develop a taste for smart aleckness, so she quickly pointed out that this made me something like the other woman. In fact, I think she said I could be her other wife.
Anyhow, since that exchange happened prior to the scenario in the earring post, I had forgotten about it when the earring post happened. I did, however, tell said Mild Ex about what had happened that day, and she laughed. A lot. Put it this way: if the events in that post come up, she still laughs about it. Her mere existence should've settled any questions on that day, so she was even more amused by the entire exchange.
Of course, given the fact that there was already a precedent for calling me the wife, she joked that I should tell my coworkers that my husband (well, technically she said "boyfriend," but you get the idea) had heartily thought it was funny. Have I mentioned that people around me seem to grow a wicked sense of humor? No? Well, they do. She was clearly making fun of me, and you should've seen the grin on her face when she said this. There was no pretense about the mirth in her face, nor was there even a hint of a forced smile. No, this was pure, unadulterated glee and amusement.
Sure, I was laughing, too, but I'm the victim here. I was being taunted. What had I done to earn such a fate? I wore an earring, I went to a meeting, and I was honest about what had happened during the day. I lead a rough life, I tell you.
Have you ever come across one of those friends that likes to play with their Facebook identifying details? I have. I have some friends my age who claim to be older than my grandparents. It's kinda funny, but it can also confuse some people. It's particularly interesting when people mess with their relationship status, since that can lead to some interesting conclusions. It leads to really interesting conclusions if people claim to be married to their best friends. I've seen this a couple of times when one woman claims to be married to another woman, and someone who doesn't actually know either woman very well takes this literally.
As it turns out, the Mild Ex is one such person. If Facebook were to be believed, she is married to a good friend of hers from high school. However, that friend is also engaged, so the Mild Ex is only one of the wives. I found the whole thing fairly amusing, so I chuckled quite a bit when I heard this story. Of course, people around me seem to develop a taste for smart aleckness, so she quickly pointed out that this made me something like the other woman. In fact, I think she said I could be her other wife.
Anyhow, since that exchange happened prior to the scenario in the earring post, I had forgotten about it when the earring post happened. I did, however, tell said Mild Ex about what had happened that day, and she laughed. A lot. Put it this way: if the events in that post come up, she still laughs about it. Her mere existence should've settled any questions on that day, so she was even more amused by the entire exchange.
Of course, given the fact that there was already a precedent for calling me the wife, she joked that I should tell my coworkers that my husband (well, technically she said "boyfriend," but you get the idea) had heartily thought it was funny. Have I mentioned that people around me seem to grow a wicked sense of humor? No? Well, they do. She was clearly making fun of me, and you should've seen the grin on her face when she said this. There was no pretense about the mirth in her face, nor was there even a hint of a forced smile. No, this was pure, unadulterated glee and amusement.
Sure, I was laughing, too, but I'm the victim here. I was being taunted. What had I done to earn such a fate? I wore an earring, I went to a meeting, and I was honest about what had happened during the day. I lead a rough life, I tell you.
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