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Why It Sometimes Feels Good to Pass
On Sunday afternoons, my dear friend William and I often take Rose to the neighborhood park. The place is swarming with dogs, and Rose loves running with the wind in her hair, leash free. While she’s playing, we stand around swapping pet chat with the other owners, “What breed is yours?” (Not sure. She was adopted.) “Do you know a good groomer?” At first glance, strangers can assume Will and I are married and I used to make sure to correct them. But eventually I figured out that it’s easier just to go with it. And besides, even if for a moment, it feels good to fit in.
Image: European Couple Walking the Dog by Thomas Oda Odulate, at the Detroit Institute of Arts
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Why you look just like that old married couple! Sweet!!