Social Life

Last night we had dinner at the home of a woman I’ve known a long time. We are writing friends and fashion friends and ships-passing-in-the-much-too-busy-lives friends. I was expecting to be part of a large gathering but it turned out to be three couples. The other couples were married 10, 20 and 37 years. I worried about the “and you guys…?” question. But it never came. We speak of our experiences apart and together. ‘Have you been to London?” We both say yes. But we were not there together. That part of our life builds more slowly. We talk about movies and plays and other vacations and the yes means yes, together. Our social life grows and we become a couple. Then we drive home and dissect the evening. That is the real fun of being a couple.