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gmku · 09.21.2008, 02:46 PM

You might think this is humorous...

My wife and I got into a little Larry-Cheryl type spat last evening. I had been going off on this "black and white" thing for a few days. She was getting tired of it. But honestly, as I kept asking her, what if it really does mean formal black tie?

As we're eating our nice dinner last night, I casually bring up the party again, this time wanting to know a little bit more about this guy. We're supposed to bring a gift, even though we don't know the guy at all. We get into a discussion about how it's easier to buy women nothing gifts--you can get bath soaps and such. It's harder for men. Golf? Not every man is a golfer. Booze? Not every man drinks--what if he's a recovering alcoholic? This brings up my wife's comment that she knows he was drunk on at least one occasion when he had to tell his current wife about the kids he had with his previous wife.

ME: Oh, really? That's interesting. He didn't want to tell her he had kids by his previous marriage?

SHE: He'd been keeping it from her while they were dating.

ME: Really? Why? Why would a man hide such a thing?

SHE: Look, I don't know exactly, except that he did, and I guess from what X tells me, there's this thing about black men and their kids?

ME: Black men and their kids? What does that mean?

SHE: You know, there's sort of a cultural thing, where it's a touchy subject, because so many black men have kids like all over the place.

ME: All over the place? Really?

SHE: Yeah, apparently they just shoot em out by the dozens with all their girlfriends.

ME: (VERY amused at this point) No shit!? So like when I meet a black man, I should assume he's got gobs of kids out there that he doesn't want to tell me about? Wow.

SHE: (Starts to say something. Turns color, eyes narrow) That's it. I've had it with you.

ME: What? What! I'm sorry, I was making a joke.

SHE: FUCK you.

ME: Oh, come on. It was a joke. I didn't mean anything by it.

SHE: Oh, and you know what? I've decided I'm going alone. You obviously have issues with this whole thing.

Anyway, about 16 hours of silent hostility ensue. We make up, but wow. It was like Divorceland for a while. I always, ALWAYS say the wrong thing.

09.21.2008, 02:46 PM	#36
gmku invito al cielo Join Date: May 2006 Location: Oxford, England Posts: 15,225	You might think this is humorous... My wife and I got into a little Larry-Cheryl type spat last evening. I had been going off on this "black and white" thing for a few days. She was getting tired of it. But honestly, as I kept asking her, what if it really does mean formal black tie? As we're eating our nice dinner last night, I casually bring up the party again, this time wanting to know a little bit more about this guy. We're supposed to bring a gift, even though we don't know the guy at all. We get into a discussion about how it's easier to buy women nothing gifts--you can get bath soaps and such. It's harder for men. Golf? Not every man is a golfer. Booze? Not every man drinks--what if he's a recovering alcoholic? This brings up my wife's comment that she knows he was drunk on at least one occasion when he had to tell his current wife about the kids he had with his previous wife. ME: Oh, really? That's interesting. He didn't want to tell her he had kids by his previous marriage? SHE: He'd been keeping it from her while they were dating. ME: Really? Why? Why would a man hide such a thing? SHE: Look, I don't know exactly, except that he did, and I guess from what X tells me, there's this thing about black men and their kids? ME: Black men and their kids? What does that mean? SHE: You know, there's sort of a cultural thing, where it's a touchy subject, because so many black men have kids like all over the place. ME: All over the place? Really? SHE: Yeah, apparently they just shoot em out by the dozens with all their girlfriends. ME: (VERY amused at this point) No shit!? So like when I meet a black man, I should assume he's got gobs of kids out there that he doesn't want to tell me about? Wow. SHE: (Starts to say something. Turns color, eyes narrow) That's it. I've had it with you. ME: What? What! I'm sorry, I was making a joke. SHE: FUCK you. ME: Oh, come on. It was a joke. I didn't mean anything by it. SHE: Oh, and you know what? I've decided I'm going alone. You obviously have issues with this whole thing. Anyway, about 16 hours of silent hostility ensue. We make up, but wow. It was like Divorceland for a while. I always, ALWAYS say the wrong thing. __________________ Ever notice how this place just basically, well, sucks.
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