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I watch TV for a few minutes, but all I see is women who are waiting, just like me. They are eating yogurt, driving a car, or spritzing themselves with perfume, but what sticks out to me is what’s happening out of frame: they are all waiting for a man. They’re smiling, they seem active and busy, but in reality they are just killing time. I wonder whether I’m the only one to notice the universal women’s waiting room.
When I met my husband’s family, I felt that there were certain codes I hadn’t mastered, but I couldn’t yet identify them.
“If we are always preparing to be happy, it is inevitable that we will never be so.”
Can you tell from the outside when something is a casual fling versus when something is destined to upend an entire existence?
