No Wet Spot

He told me not to curse, not to laugh too loudly, not to argue. He told me to smile demurely, dress appropriately, engage in conversation. I succeeded – for a time, but then I drank one too many glasses of wine. Soon, I was cussing like a sailor, bad mouthing the president, snorting with laughter, and telling one guest that he was an idiot for thinking  his jokes were actually funny.

Today, HE has decreed that I will practice being a good hostess. Today, I will sit properly, smile sweetly, and agree charmingly while being his hostess at a luncheon. When he pulled my seat out for me, I blanched. Quickly, I glanced at the guests, all of whom had knowing smirks on their faces. I smiled back, lifted my skirt, and lowered myself onto my chair.

He scooted my chair in for me, placed a hand on my shoulder, and whispered in a not nearly quiet enough voice, “Try not to leave too big of a wet spot, my dear.”
tumblr_p26tysdhey1wcejzco1_540

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s