It started innocently enough. I was walking with a coworker down to the kiosk so she could buy a cold drink. We do this a few times a week, she because she ‘needs’ the caffeine, me because I need the few minutes away from my desk. On the way back, she asked if my husband works here too, meaning our company.
“I don’t have a husband, so I guess that’s a no.”
“You’re not married?!”
“No,” giggling. (I hear this a lot.)
“So….your husband could work here. You just don’t know him yet.”
You could actually hear the gears shift in her brain as she started looking at every guy we passed, assessing him (and his ring finger). Now there are spreadsheets and charts and graphs and some sort of ranking system.
I am a little frightened.
