The Convenient Wife
Do you ever have a situation in which someone mistakes you for someone else, assumes you’re married/attached to someone, or perhaps they’re convinced you know more than you do and therefore consider you a resident expert on something?
Since moving, despite offering clarifications to people (“we’re just friends”, “we’re roommates”), Buster and I have often been coupled up by others. Last night was the best one yet. “Your wife wanted to send something to me…can you pass this email along?” Times like these, it’s convenient to let people think what they will. For one thing, if you correct them, they feel awkward and very aware of the mistake and I’ve actually seen people avoid others after such a misunderstanding. For another thing, sometimes that assumed partnership works to your advantage and it’s just better to let them keep believing. I’m all about having the advantage whenever possible, you know? One minute I’m the photographer, the next I’m the blues lady, and other times — the situations are always interesting and limitless. It cracks me up when it happens.
At the moment, I’m a wife of convenience. I will likely never marry again, but for a mistake, I get to be a wife briefly.
Now if only I could figure out how to be a millionaire, too. I’d totally embrace that. Wouldn’t that be cool?
I didn’t win the lotto. Again.
Anyway, yeah… been there. Gave me a thrill.
Comment by Pam — 2009/12/20 @ 08:43
I’ve had that happen as well. It’s kind of a neat thing and I just let people go on thinking it. It’s a ton of fun when I run into them again later with a different woman on my arm….
Not till the Cubbies win the Series……
Comment by p2 — 2009/12/20 @ 12:10
I used to co-chaperon a ski bus of kids with a friend and co-worker of mine and people would think that we were married. I would always respond with “Shh! Don’t tell his wife!” Got a laugh most of the time without anyone feeling bad. :heart:
Comment by jan — 2009/12/20 @ 13:50
Before you showed up at the Railhead for Joe B. when we met in Jan 05, the bartender kept calling me Rockin Ron’s wife!
It happens, on occasions. Have fun with it!
Comment by Tara — 2009/12/20 @ 16:25
I think I’m going to hold out for the millions. I love hanging out with Buster, but I’m afraid we’d end up fighting over who gets the cat. I don’t ever want to get to that point.
Hey Rockin’ Ron’s wife ain’t a bad deal…
Jan, that’s an excellent response.
Pam, you got the real deal, baby. Artie’s a catch!
P2, you’re gonna be married before I am, so pppppphhhhhhttttttt! I’m tellin’ ya.
Comment by DaGoddess — 2009/12/20 @ 16:29