Last week, BossLady had a date with one of her gay male friends. They met up after work, went shopping at Barneys, shared a salad for dinner, and then went to see a late showing of "The Devil Wears Prada."
At the same exact time, I was eating a sandwich over the kitchen sink in my underwear, drinking a glass of scotch, watching the Mets game, and training the dog to catch peanuts with his mouth.
This really couldn't have worked out better and there's a good
chance that, for the rest of my life, I will never again have to walk into a
shoe store or go to the ballet. I've told the BossLady that anytime she and John want to do this again, I'll pay for everything.
Why didn't I think of this sooner?