Ummm, yeah right.
To my delight, the married guy I’ve been dating no longer wears his wedding ring. That’s an improvement, right? Yippee! I don’t have to skunk around feeling like Hester Prynne.
He calls today to ask when I’m getting back from New York.
“So you’re going to be around next week for the holiday? What are you doing on Thanksgiving?”
“Well, I’m going to my friend’s place like I usually do every year, then afterwards I’m heading to my family’s.”
“Oooh, double-dipping huh? Well I’m actually going to be around, too. I’ll be here for Thanksgiving. I was already in Florida visiting my mom not too long ago and my dad’s on a cruise some where. I don’t know where–some where. So I’m around.”
Silence. Did he really think I was going to invite him to celebrate Thanksgiving with me and my loved ones? Are you kidding me? He’s married!!!