Swinging Single
Dear Little George,
Last night I had to remove my wedding ring. My fingers are getting puffy and, by puffy, I mean fat. Don't worry, Mama isn't going to be having any trysts in the next month or so. No, while I have more conversations at work with women I've never talked with, the men at work stay absolutely, respectfully, politely, clear of me. It's actually kind of a fun power to have. I work in the physical presence of seven other designers and have never had a reason to talk with anyone in the office outside of my group (we work on completely different projects). These new women in my life are very nice. And the men? Well, it's like wherever I go, the sea of software developing men scatters. Daddy thinks there might be some concern that my condition will happen to the women in their lives if they get too close. My theory is that they see me THIS BIG and expect that my water might gush forth in their presence and, because they are responsible and kind, they will actually have to help me out.
Love,
Mama