I was sitting in a diner with my partner. It was Sunday morning, and I had deliberately not dressed for an outing. I was tired. We had gone for a run and then realized the only thing better than running around a lake with your lady was eating diner brunch with said lady.
As we were eating, I couldn’t help but notice the dangerously good looking gay couple at the booth next to us, right over C’s shoulder in my line of view. And as I was noticing them, they seemed to be noticing us as well.
As I was polishing off the last of my Paleo omelet, the men stood up to leave. As they passed our table, one of them leaned over and looked at me: “You know, my husband thinks you’re really cute. And he hasn’t said that to me in five years!!”
🙂
That’s all.