April 7 — A surprise guest
I was a little miffed at first, but I tried not to be. Of course I was, though, because my wife had just walked in with a young man she’d just met on the bus and subsequently invited to dinner. Introductions were made, pleasantries exchanged, and a poem was read. I liked the guy — both a good and a bad thing given the present circumstances — and fumed mildly as he set about helping her make dinner and talking about his charismatic awakening while I continued working my Saturday shift.
Then he fixed our bathroom door, another good and bad thing as far as my culturally conditioned masculine feelings were concerned. I brushed the hackles back and continued working.
Fast forward an hour and a half. The three of us shared a vegan meal of Brussels sprouts, pasta, and white wine. He left, I hugged Lauren and said with a sincere heart, “That was fun. Thanks for inviting him over.”
The whole encounter was a prime example of why I married her, and I loved her for it.
