Paul, Bob, Randy, Peter, Peter, Gerry, Ahmed, George, Lorraine, Sharon, Wendy, Julie, Julie, Rosemary, Leslie-Anne, Karen, Margaret....just to name a few of my swim buddies at the Y. The thing is, we don't include wives or husbands in our coffee/lunch get togethers because frankly, it wouldn't work. I mean, what if I thought someone's husband was a jerk? That would kind'a negatively alter my impression of her. So, we keep our Y stuff to the Y and don't let it bleed into our personal lives.
That's what I had to explain to a new guy I met the other day. "My wife would love to meet you," he said. Thus, I had to explain that we don't do things like that with our Y buddies because it just complicates things. Just before Christmas, B made the unthinkable mistake of agreeing to dinner at the home of someone he works out with. Trapped, I agreed to go and if you want to know how that worked, read "Can I wear shoes?", 02-12-2018.
It was an unmitigated disaster!
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