Embarrassing moments in heterosexuality

Scene: a coffee shop with a large play area, where I’m having a playdate with lovely new friend J, who just happens to be a lesbian, and her 18-month-old daughter.

J (referring to her daughter’s gorgeous hair): Yeah, she didn’t get those curls from me!

Me (thinking): But [partner] has kind of curly hair, right?

J (looking quizzically at me): Uh … yeah, she does, but …

Me (actually slapping own forehead): Oh, my god. ACK. Sorry!

J (laughing): No big deal, we actually say stuff like that all the time.

Lawsy. At least the Hatchling wasn’t old enough to realize what a dork her Mamala is.

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