The other day I was talking with one of the mother’s at the hockey rink while my son had practice.
So we’re chitchatting along, and we started talking about my childhood, all the places I’ve lived, and essentially why I moved around so much.
I explained that my father had been in the military.
“Well, ok, that explains why you moved around as a child, but why did you move from Vancouver to Winnipeg?” she asked.
“I met a boy so I moved there,” I said.
She kind of lets out this “Oh!” of shock.
Maybe it wasn’t an “Oh!” of shock.
Maybe she had just remembered that she forgot to tape “Dancing with the Stars.”
“So you’ve lived in Winnipeg since you were 20?” she asks.
“No? Where else have you lived?”
“I moved to Montreal when I was 23,” I said.
“Because I followed a boy,” I said.
“Oh!” she replied. Again with the shock.
Now this is getting fun though.
This is the part where I should be a respectable married lady and steer the conversation somewhere else. Clearly something about my answers is at once interesting yet scandalous.
And unfortunately, scandal is something I love more than
my reputation my dignity my self-respect sitting around talking about the weather.
“So you married this boy in Montreal?” she asks.
“Why? What happened?”
“I met another boy.”
“Yes, I met another boy. But he lived in Ottawa,” I said.
“Yes, I followed him there.”
“Oh!” Definitely shocked.
What was so shocking, though?
I don’t get it.
I was in my 20s. I was single… well, most of the time.
It’s not like I married the guys then divorced them. I’ve only done that once.
I’m proud to report that I’ve only had two husbands, and I have no current plans to follow anymore boys.
It’s not like the boys piggy-backed me and my belongings from one town to the next.
So what was her problem?
Maybe I’m misinterpreted her “Oh!”
Maybe her reaction wasn’t shock at all.
Maybe it was just concern for my husband Wayne.
Maybe she’s worried I’ll follow another boy.
Well, she has nothing to worry about.
I’ve already told Wayne that at this point of my life, the only boy I would follow is Edward Cullen.
This doesn’t seem to be making him insecure.
So ok. We’re all good.