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Jan. 11th, 2008 06:03 pmSo he carried me away in the spirit into the wilderness: and I saw a woman sit upon a scarlet coloured beast, full of names of blasphemy, having seven heads and ten horns. And the woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet colour, and decked with gold and precious stones and pearls, having a golden cup in her hand full of abominations and filthiness of her fornication: And upon her forehead was a name written, MYSTERY, BABYLON THE GREAT, THE MOTHER OF HARLOTS AND ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH.
As it was related to me last night, it would appear that my character is the subject of some discussion in a certain Freemason lodge.
Apparently, someone or a party of someones overheard two private conversations and mashed them into an absolutely hilarious final product. That being: I am currently married to someone who is not the Engineer and the Engineer is my little something-something on the side.
hee.
I almost peed when I heard of all of this. And I know exactly which conversations were eavesdropped on to produce this.
See, a couple of weeks ago, I went to an event at the lodge and after everything, was standing around talking with one of the other ladies, while many other people milled around us, who had referred to me as the Engineer's wife. I mock-gasped at her and told her not to "put me in that particular grave". I told her that I had only recently become divorced (or so I've heard, I actually haven't seen any final papers as of yet). She then asked how long he and I have been together. Almost seven years, I told her. I saw a frown beginning to form, that frown I am altogether too familiar with, and was just opening my mouth to clarify what I'd said when the Engineer jumped in with, "I was not the cause of her divorce. They'd been split up for a couple of years before we even met. They were both just too lazy to actually file the paperwork."
All clear, right?
Not, apparently, if you're only listening with half an ear. In addition to that, I am usually unavailable to attend lodge functions that the spouses are also invited to. I work late and am usually in class on those nights. The Engineer has frequently had to explain that I wouldn't be in attendance to people when they asked after me.
So, amongst a few of the lodge members (and their wives), I have now become the Scarlet Woman. I think my age (I'm probably the youngest of the significant others) and the fact that I don't dress like a prig (my...ah, charms are usually on display) don't really help my case. I also shamelessly flirt with some of them, particularly the father of this year's Worshipful Master. This gentleman is an absolutely wonderful man I adore and I remember on one occasion, I made him laugh uproariously when after he'd slipped me a few peppermints, I told him that if he "kept giving me candy, I would follow him anywhere."
I told the Engineer that the next function I go to, I'm going to wear a red A on my chest. Hester Prynne is in the house, ya'll.
As it was related to me last night, it would appear that my character is the subject of some discussion in a certain Freemason lodge.
Apparently, someone or a party of someones overheard two private conversations and mashed them into an absolutely hilarious final product. That being: I am currently married to someone who is not the Engineer and the Engineer is my little something-something on the side.
hee.
I almost peed when I heard of all of this. And I know exactly which conversations were eavesdropped on to produce this.
See, a couple of weeks ago, I went to an event at the lodge and after everything, was standing around talking with one of the other ladies, while many other people milled around us, who had referred to me as the Engineer's wife. I mock-gasped at her and told her not to "put me in that particular grave". I told her that I had only recently become divorced (or so I've heard, I actually haven't seen any final papers as of yet). She then asked how long he and I have been together. Almost seven years, I told her. I saw a frown beginning to form, that frown I am altogether too familiar with, and was just opening my mouth to clarify what I'd said when the Engineer jumped in with, "I was not the cause of her divorce. They'd been split up for a couple of years before we even met. They were both just too lazy to actually file the paperwork."
All clear, right?
Not, apparently, if you're only listening with half an ear. In addition to that, I am usually unavailable to attend lodge functions that the spouses are also invited to. I work late and am usually in class on those nights. The Engineer has frequently had to explain that I wouldn't be in attendance to people when they asked after me.
So, amongst a few of the lodge members (and their wives), I have now become the Scarlet Woman. I think my age (I'm probably the youngest of the significant others) and the fact that I don't dress like a prig (my...ah, charms are usually on display) don't really help my case. I also shamelessly flirt with some of them, particularly the father of this year's Worshipful Master. This gentleman is an absolutely wonderful man I adore and I remember on one occasion, I made him laugh uproariously when after he'd slipped me a few peppermints, I told him that if he "kept giving me candy, I would follow him anywhere."
I told the Engineer that the next function I go to, I'm going to wear a red A on my chest. Hester Prynne is in the house, ya'll.
