An exploration of what it means to be Married, Mormon, . . . and Gay
Thursday, April 5, 2007
I've decided that I need to come up with another name for my wife other than "my wife". So, she will be known as Heloise (as decreed by Samatha, the Queen of the Queerosphere)For now, she will be "wifie" until I can come up with something more clever .
Tonight, wifieHeloise and I went to Cracker Barrel for dinner. I was a bit apprehensive because, last time, we had this drop dead gorgeous guy waiter and I spent the whole meal staring into my plate (See Out of the closet, day 14). This time we had a really cute girl waiter, whew!
As we were driving home from dinner, wifieHeloise was telling me that she wants to go visit the Cowgirl Museum in Fort Worth someday. Then she added "I know it's girls, but you can still come." I wasn't sure what to make of this last remark, so I just sort of ignored it and changed the subject. But, I'm not sure if that was the best course of action either. Why are girls so hard to understand? Even straight guys complain that they don't get girls. Us gay guys don't stand a chance. Or should it be that we do understand girls? I'm so confused!