Orientation

Today was orientation for the summer camp program I'll be a counselor for!

I discovered I will need to be in the water every other day. Yikes. So i need a bathing suit. And I need to shave my legs daily. And I need to but shorts. Grumble cakes.

What evs. I will be working near and around my husband, which is nice, but they were careful not to put us together with the same group. Wah wah. What, do they think we'll sneak off and fuck while the kids are in the pond? Or do they imagine we might bicker constantly like other married couples? IDK.

When this older woman found out today that aaron and I were husband and wife she, like, could not believe it. She was really, really taken aback by it. She repeated the question like, three times: "He'd your husband?" "You guys are married?" "Your her husband?" All the while looking at us a bit like we were a circus oddity, or maybe like we were pulling her leg.

It made me a tad paranoid. I mean, I know he's gorgeous and all and I often feel kinda like I lucked out big time, because he's quite a catch, but I'm not some monter or anything. I might not be hi integer precisely but He finds me beautfiul and attractive and I do all the things that keep him satisfied so... But I guess strangers don't know all that info when they're just looking at us do they? They can't discern just by looking that I give great head and take it in the ass, so I bet that's why they wonder about us...

IDK. I asked Aaron why he thought the woman was so astonished with the fact. He wasn't sure either but had definitely noticed her peculiarly disbelieving reaction. (Sometimes I have the tendency to 'insert subtext where there is none' according to my husband. apparently this really happened and wasn't all in my imagination.)His answer was: "I dunno, maybe she was expecting us to be more like a married couple."

"What the hell does that mean?" Says I.

He shrugs. "Like other married couples. YOu know. You've seen married couples who work together."

I furrowed my brow. "Like sexy sex? Did she expect us to be amorous at the summer camp orientation?"

"No... I don't know... It's just, we're firends, you know, so we seem like we're friends maybe, more than husband and wife."

Again, you can't tell from looking at us that we fuck like crazy I guess.

Now, though, since Aaron shaved his beard, I've become a slight bit paranoid that I might look too old for him. Wild right? This is not something I have ever, ever been concerned about or even given thought to. In fact, for the most part, I am unconcerned with aging. Sometimes I wish I still had my 15 year old body, but largely? I am fairly comfortable with myself, I am super secure in my relatonship, and that man makes me feel sexy and gorgeous every single day, so having this notion cross my mind is almost trippy!

But he does look quite a bit younger with the clean-shave. So do I look to old for him? Yikes. Weird. And should that matter? AND, moreover, should anyone EVER make such a blatantly surprised reaction about our marriege because I look older than him? I mean, jeeze louise. Pick your eyeballs up off the floor, close your gaping maw and smile, and say: "Oh how nice!" And be done with it. Marvel at our seeming age disparity later, on your own time.

Plus? This woman? Total fruitbat (I hope that doesn't have a more prurient meaning, I haven't been around the gay community in a long time... I know fruit fly and fag hag, but is fruitbat still ok for me to use in creative description of a looney toon?).  I already dislike her.  Powerfully.  She's just one of those personalities that is bound and determined to drive me up a wall and test the absloute limits of my politeness and endurance for fools.  I don't suffer them gladly, as you all know.  Not at all gladly. And she is going to be a problem for my otherwise sunny disposition. lol.

So I'll keep you posted on that situation as it develops.

So keep your fingers crossed for my summer counseling! Yay Summer Camp!!