i drove into the ymca parking lot, listening to "no man's woman" (sinead o'connor, folks), and parked my car. on my way into the y, i was approached by a jock-y looking, youngish man, whom i had never seen before.
man (in surfer/southern talk, with poor enunciation): "hey, how's it going?"
me: "i'm well, thanks."
man: "what are you doing tonight? are you going out?"
me: "no, i'm going home to make dinner."
man: "oh. for your husband?"
me: "no, for my girlfriend."
man: "your girlfriend?"
me: "yes."
man: "like she's really your real girlfriend?"
me: "yes."
man: "cool. so are you guys married?"
me: "no..."
man: "why not?"
me: .......
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