XYZ is always a bit of trouble. When he walked into the meeting I was in today, I immediately checked to see if his zipper was up. Surprisingly, it was. I motioned for him to sit in the seat next to me, he acted like he didn’t want to, and then immediately made his way over.
As we sat through the meeting two things became very clear: 1) we were surrounded by nutters and 2) we always get in trouble when we sit together. While several women testified in support of laws that further stripped them of their rights, I sat in disbelief. “How can they support this stuff?” I asked XYZ. “She can ’cause she doesn’t have a vagina,” he quipped while gesturing to a woman who was nodding her head with each step back in time. Based on what I was seeing and hearing, he was probably spot on.
The more I heard, the more my body temperature seemed to rise. “Is it hot in here?” I asked XYZ. “No. You’re just hot ’cause you’re hot,” he replied with a laugh. I then shared with him a statement made by one of the men the other day who appeared to be trying to win over the women in the room, “My wife tells me men are really only good for 30-35 seconds, that’s it.” “Not true for him or for me. Maybe more like ten seconds, ’cause we’re old,” he advised and added, “You know you’re the only person I ever talk to like this. ‘Cause you’re like my sister.”