The thing is, for some time now, I’ve had a thing going with a very special guy named Brian.
Brian comes to my house every night at 8:00. He always makes some comment about this being the “11th Hour.” I don’t know what he means, but it’s just so cute the way he says it and I laugh adoringly.
I pour a glass of wine, settle on to the sofa and Brian tells me all about the day. We have this little inside joke where he reports exactly how many days it’s been since President Trump took office. It’s kind of our thing. He gives a me a knowing look as if to say, ‘We made it 266 days, babe.’ I raise my glass and toast Brian.
He always invites his friends over. There’s Peter and Maggie from New York, Ashley and Eugene from Washington, oh and Jeremy who used to work at the Pentagon. They’re all brilliant and you never know who’s going to have the best story that day. Honestly, sometimes I wonder if it’s Brian I really love or if I’m just keeping him around for his friends. I don’t know. Maybe it’s both. Relationships are confusing.
Brian is the best host. So gracious and charming. I have a friend who likes to point out a little dust-up he got into a few years back. But, I always tell her, you can tell more about a person by the way they recover from their mistakes, than the actual mistakes they made.
Anyway, she spends her nights with some guy named Sean. He’s really puffy and I think he’s lying to her. I can pretty much say that for sure. He’s nothing like Brian. He talks too much, thinks himself Fox-y, and there’s just something fake about him.
If ever there was a silver lining to these days we’ve been having since January 20th, I like to think it’s Brian coming into my life. He’s proof that good things can happen even in the worst of times. Gives me hope, you know?
[Dear Husband, don’t freak out. This is a humor piece and all you need to know is that writing it brought me such joy; which is to say, a total win for you. You know, ‘Happy wife, happy life’ and all that. I love you.]