I’ve been continuing to chat with this other guy from Fet who is clearly not my cup of tea, but a nice enough guy. He’s the kind of guy that when I told him I had a cold and was losing my voice said something about oh, at least I wouldn’t be able to use my safe word. Ok, haha, whatever.
So we’ve been emailing back and forth when we’re not busy – we both work from home, on computers, so there’s time. Tonight he asked about my voice and I said it was gone – well, maybe 90% gone.
There’s a pause, and then he emails back, “Is your partner happy?” And for a moment, I’m confused. Like why wouldn’t he be happy? Or why would he be happy? Or – oh, wait, I get it.
Ha. Ha. Ha.
He meant because I’d lost my voice. He was thinking that MP would be happy because he wouldn’t have to listen to me. Kidding about it, right?
But it’s a meanness.
And for a minute, i imagine living in that world. Where women are bitches and men are assholes. Where women nag and have to be kept in their place – not in a consensual way. i feel a huge rush of sadness, because i remember what it was like back when i kind of lived in that world. And then relief – and gratitude that i don’t live in that world now.