i also not only do not carry a purse, or wear my wedding ring [which i actually havent worn since the ceremony, nor do i actually know where it is] I carry a small sterling silver business card case that holds 1 military ID, 1 drivers license, 1 BJs club card and 1 debit card [and 1 folded blank check and occasionally a couple of $20 bills], usually in the breast pocket of my polo, and mmy cell phone [moto 9m] in one pants pocket, and my car key fob in the other. I have one of the cute little nitro pill thigies on my key fob, and a house key.
Huh. To continue the tangent, when I worked in a clothing store, I would get the same question when off the clock and shopping at said store.
So then I’d be all :eek:How does she know? Should I say yes but not at the moment? Should I say no and hope she doesn’t ever come back when I’m working?
i would be willing to bet that one could have a go at making a home version of this without the preservatives … the tumeric is to make the eggy yellow color =)
Ooh, yes, I get that one, too. Usually because of my (lovely but prominent) nose.
Wait, “blank check” as in “not filled out at all,” or “blank check” as in “signed, but with recipient and amount left blank”?
… If the latter, could you please provide me with a diagram of any walking routes you take, preferably late at night, with convenient lurking points marked out?
In an dubious attempt to dress like a girl, I asked a female friend to go shopping with me last night. After I complained the button were on the wrong side, she patiently explained that women’s shirts were supposed to have buttons on that side. Please ignore any supposed data points I may have made in previous posts. Evidently I’ve been wearing men’s shirts, not just mannish shirts. I have even less fashion sense than I thought.
When I was in grad school, people thought my best friend and I were lesbians. We were very close, but neither of us were even bi. I thought that people were joking at first, but then one of our mutual friends asked me very seriously if we were dating. (Apparently he had a huge crush on her.) And that summer we all went to stay at a friend’s cabin, and her parents also assumed we were dating. We’ve never even drunkenly made out. :dubious:
That’s happened to me and a good buddy of mine. We were climbing partners and we were going to a climbing gym daily to get ready for a big climbing trip. My sister IS gay, and I guess someone assumed I was too. It really didn’t help that my climbing buddy would refer to me as his “partner”, meaning “climbing partner” (you climb in pairs: climber + belay). We think that’s where the confusion ultimately started.
Although the weirdest ever was that someone once thought I was my sister’s girfriend. Say it with me now: EEEEEEWWWWWW! Granted the woman was drunk and it was dark, so I suppose I could look like a butchy lesbian. And that’s fine, but my sister and I look a lot alike. The family resemblance is quite remarkable and we’re just over a year apart in age. When we were little people thought we were twin boys (my sister has been butch ever since my parents decided she was old enough to choose her own hairstyle). So even if you mistook me for a lesbian, you’d still have to be seriously pie-eyed drunk not to realize we’re siblings.
People tend to assume that a woman who hangs out with a lesbian must also be a lesbian. They also assume that a woman who hangs out with a man must be dating that man. People are stupid.
In college, I lived in a coed dorm - one wing was male, one female, with nothing but an open elevator lobby between the two wings of every floor. I spent a lot of time in the men’s wing on my floor, and some of the women on my floor thought I was a lesbian.
Because I hung out with guys all the time.
:smack:
It’s not that I was hot for one of the guys and ended up bedding him (and eventually, marrying him), oh no.
I went on a climbing trip with three other people. So it was 2 men, 2 women. We were all amazed by the gossip in our respective workplaces. Eg/ the one married woman “went on a trip with another man!” :eek: and that – how appalling! – the other guy’s wife was “actually okay with him spending the night with another woman!” etc.
Although AFAIK the rumors didn’t have me sharing a sleeping bag with the other guy, but who knows. I’ve come to the conclusion that there are a lot of people out there that have very immature notions of general relationship dynamics and assume a shitload more than they ought to.
There are a shocking number of people who’ve never progressed mentally or emotionally beyond the age of about 12. For some reason, they all seem to have fairly well-paying jobs in large businesses or institutions.
Once, when I was living at my grandparents’, I got home from college and Grandma wouldn’t talk to me. She looked furious; you know when people press their lips so much the edge of the lips goes white? Like that.
Turns out Gramps’ networks of informants had reported that on the previous day, at the time I was supposed to be in German class, I had been seen… entering a “granja” (sort of a bar which serves milk-based refreshments, the name means farm and they used to be actual farms, with cows)… with a BOY!
The reality was that the teacher hadn’t come and after half an hour the whole class of 12 girls and 2 boys had gone for some cocoa milk and giggles. I guess I’m lucky we didn’t get classified as an orgy in the mind of whomever the idiotic informant was.
Yeah. What’s with those people who assume that if you’re not gnawing on a cow at every meal that you’re a vegetarian? I don’t get it. I really don’t.
I was out to lunch with some coworkers the other day and I ordered some Thai dish with tofu…and nobody asked me if I was a vegetarian! I was so relieved. I just like tofu in Thai food.
