A male friend of mind suggested that he and his wife have dinner with the Sober Husband and me. I've met his wife, but the Sober Husband remains a figure of mystery and legend to them. It sounded fine to me, but the Sober Husband is warier than I am. He took a jaundiced view when I raised the subject.
"Sure, you love him, he loves you..."
I cut him off. "I don't 'love' him!"
"Just because you guys 'love' each other doesn't mean I have to like him and his wife." He sighed. According to the Sober Husband, going out to dinner with my friend and his wife was one of the most daunting yet boring prospects imaginable.
"Maybe we could go to the theatre instead and get a drink afterwards," I said. "Then we wouldn't have to talk so much, and we could talk about the play."
The S.H.'s response was visceral. "No no no, that would ruin the performance!" Evidently the dread of having to later discuss a show with these friends of mine would completely suck any pleasure from it.
"I could invite them over for dinner," I said.
That prospect was also horrifying. "Please, for the love of God, make it short. Make it in a public place, so we can leave if we need to."
I'm used to getting this reaction from the children when I'm scheduling them to have their teeth cleaned or to get shots, but from my husband over dining out with other middle-aged people? It's no wonder my social life is often conducted in a different zipcode from him.
Hope these aren't scars from the dinner with Moon Rabbit and me!
He sounds like a typical introvert. Socializing is a chore, not a treat, for us. If single, like me, you can avoid it. If married, you occasionally have to give in because your spouse needs a social life!
i feel so lucky that the SH was cordial to me for the few minutes i saw him!
This is precisely why I don't trust a babysitter for my kid.
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