The grand tour
May15
I’ll admit, I’m pulling some of this from ten years ago, when Mel and I met. I was a lowest-middle-class joe, fresh out of an emotionally cratering divorce. I didn’t find out she was making considerably more money than I was for the first 3 months we were together. It rattled me more than a bit.
I have the opposite of Mick’s problem.
Everytime I visit family in North Richland Hills I am painfully aware of my own social-economic status, and feel all hoity-toity.
“Not a Wegman’s anywhere, what Barbaric land is this?”
Ugh, I can relate. My city’s only Wegmans closed for demolition/reconstruction a few months ago. It’s less than a week from re-opening, and already the snow is melting and the sun is shining more often…
Hey Ryan…fancy meeting you here. 🙂
i didn’t know what Wegman’s was until 8 years ago, and now i’m lamenting our planned cross-country move. I WILL LOSE MY WEGMAN’S. sigh.
There needs to be a Bidet joke.
Oh okay, I’ll be the straight man…
Uh… is this a a sex aid?
A bidet is only as angry as the man using it.
‘Spray and pray’ takes on a whole new meaning.
Tune in for next week’s episode, where we learn about Heidi’s plans for converting the now-empty 2nd bedroom into a kink palace that would make Bettie Page blush!
Which, then, brings up Alex };-D>
I like where this is going (obligatory “THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID!”).
No Doc, that would be either NicBuxom.com or when I finally decide to start a web comic 🙂
When my wife and I met, I was working for a one-horse, garage-band computer company. She was making 2-3x what I did, the first 3 jobs of our dating time and early marriage. About 2 years after we got hitched, I landed in the job/career I’m in now. 2 or 3 career changes later for her, and I make more now. No biggie-da.
Heh. I can empathize. Growing up at Hurlburt Field, Pop, as a highly decorated Senior NCO, was well known to most of the Colonels and the three Generals on post. He’d flown as a flight engineer/door gunner for most of them. One of them had a daughter my age, and in the quaint way of the Air Force, it was expected that I would engage her in at least social activity to see if we were mutually compatible.
I’ve never been more class conscious as I was walking into a full Colonel’s on base house compared to the duplex Pops, Mom, my sister, and I were squeezed into.
Funny thing being that Pop had the Silver Star and a DFC, this guy only had an Air Medal or two. Always found that funny.
Are waterbeds still a thing?
They have separate cells and wave arresters now, not like the old ones that you roll over on Saturday and stop bouncing on Tuesday. I loved my old style one just the second floor was questionable for it.
I think she is checking out his desire to move in with her (a little bit) and finding it wanting, either that or he is collapsed star dense. She probably could afford to keep it with a little help but without a reason it isn’t wise. There is another option that involves a lady in Mick’s life.
Well, we do already know Mick is pretty impressively dense, especially where women are concerned.
I can relate. I grew up on welfare, and the first time I found myself dating a rich gal (by my standards at any rate) I freaked. I had no idea until she invited me to dinner with her parents (lawyer and an academic). They were christians, had a house with rooms that had real purposes (dining, sitting, etc.) and talked about WHICH college their kids would attend, rather than IF they would.
We were just from massively different worlds and I didn’t know how to handle it.
Heidi ;-] is very cool.
The two times in my life where I dated the well-off, they were both complete shits to me.
Neither of them would acknowledge this. One of them, to this day, I’m sure, would be surprised and indignant at the very suggestion that his attitude was skewed.
Ooooh, I hope he isn’t digging a relationship hole for himself by going on about how nice her place is compared to his. Especially after hallway sex!
Is the ‘humidor’ comment some sort of sly Bill Clinton joke? Because it’s like 15 years out of date now.
(Note to self: 15 years? Getting old….)
“She hasn’t shown him the humidor yet.”
sure she did…. in the hallway…..