For those who thought I'd died...I didn't. I moved to Asia instead for Sexyhusband's job.
I'm sure I'll have a lot to talk about that's specific to sex in my new home that I just can't share with my friends/ parents/ in-laws/ etc back home. No promises about how much I'll blog as I'm pretty up to my neck in the nonsense of settling into a new home complicated by the fact that it's a new country as well--which brings its own twist to settling in.
Last night I met up with Sexyhusband for dinner, and then we walked back to our apartment together with the LM.
Strolling in the steamy night air, I felt a smug wave of satisfaction wash over me when a leaflet passer-outer (what would you call that job, exactly?) didn't even try to hand me one of his leaflets. I WIN at fitting in here, even if I am a fat white girl in a country of teeny Asians. I can walk the expat walk baby.
I felt even more smug to see that Sexyhusband hadn't managed to avoid the leaflets. He LOOKS like he fits in here and he didn't avoid it...I WIN AT LIVING HERE!
"What's it for?" I asked, trying to keep the smug tone out of my voice.
Wordlessly he handed it to me.
I am faced with a half naked woman draping herself in pearls, her white lingerie at odds with the business she represents--It's an add for a brothel.
"Wow, he has balls to hand that to you in front of me," I said, kind of blown away by the sheer chutzpah of the dude with the leaflets.
I take a moment to question my inner normal person to ask how I'm supposed to feel instead of somewhat impressed. I think the "correct" response to your husband being handed an add for a brothel IN FRONT OF YOU is supposed to be offended, even in a country where it's legal.
"He probably didn't think we were together," Sexyhusband responds.
I stop and mentally inventory us. Asian country. White girl with a baby stroller dressed in shorts and tank top. Asian dude in business wear. Major city. Lots of people on the sidewalk. We hadn't necessarily been chatting up a storm at that particular moment.
Oh.
Which makes me check in with my "normal" self again. The dude didn't think I was my husband's wife. Am I supposed to be offended about that instead?
I just can't decide...and instead settle for amused and glad I finally have DN blog post material for a change.
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