We made it to California, mostly unscathed. Then there was the plane ride home. Whew. You should always know you are in trouble when there is no in-flight entertainment. M was a gem, slept with an eye-mask on, played quietly. The guy in the seat next to me decided that his lack of movie and my son’s sweet napping were really invitations to spill his entire life story. This despite my obvious engagement in a serious series of solitaire games.
I was polite for a long time, felt like hours. Then I mentioned something about my partner. He said, “Oh, so you aren’t married either?”
“I have been married for 10 years. It just isn’t legal in many states.”
Of course, he took that as an open door to let me know what he thought. He proceeded to tell me that his girlfriend has gay friends (meaning men) who, “you know. They say they want to get married but they don’t even know what that means. There are real responsibilities that come with marriage. They don’t get that. They just want some of the things of marriage, not everything. I mean, come on. I hope I didn’t offend you.”
Remember: I am stuck on a plane with this guy. I am actually stuck in the middle seat, on a plane, next to this guy. Then it gets better.
Within ear shot of M, he says, “How’d you get him? Adopt or what?”
I say, “My partner gave birth to him.”
“How does that work?”
Knowing he also has a two-year old son, “How did your girlfriend get pregnant?”
He laughs and says he knows how she got pregnant. I point out that it was a pretty personal situation that led to his girlfriend’s pregnancy and that they probably don’t go around talking details (like positions) that led to her insemination. He was quite uncomfortable, but I really didn’t care.
To all of you who might ask just because you are curious, don’t. It is none of your business. If you are trying to figure out your own process and need information, PLEASE ask away. I will be more than happy to answer any questions.
I realize this post is a little rambling. There is probably more I could actually ramble about, but the aforementioned is what stands out. I am trying to forget that guy and just remember when M saw the giraffes at the San Diego zoo. Priceless.