Or not.
Last night I was at my first Christmas party of the season. It was quite a grown up do, lots of couples, with kids, wall to wall bankers and mums who got to know each other through their prenatal classes. In short, not so much that I could identify with.
Anyhow, at late o'clock, after a fun few hours, a friend and his partner turned up. We started chatting. A couple of minutes in she cut me dead with:
"So, when are you due?"
Aha. Great to see that 3 solid months of seeing a personal trainer has had that impact. And no amount of well meaning friends ("it's because you have a glow about you", "it's because you have big tits") can quite take the sting away from that comment.
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God! How appalling! There was NO justification for that. What an awful thing to say. And in no way do you look like, did you look like on Saturday or have you ever looked like, you are pregnant.
Did you have a withering comeback?
I'm just guessing, but I think I might know who this was; and all I can say is I'm amazed someone so colourless can muster up the gumption to say something like that.
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