Gay men can tell you the highlights you spent $150 are all wrong for you, the top you are wearing is completely wrong for you, or suggest you change the type of undergarments you wear to better enhance your figure and you can trust they are right. The bottom line??? They are ALWAYS right. And, you LOVE them for it.
The other night, while on vacation, I found myself (Doc H had already left for home to get back to the hospital...surprise...surprise) eating dinner at the home of my nearest, dearest, and oldest friends, who also happen to be a gay couple. We were chatting about the usual... family, kids, and whatever life dramas we were experiencing at the moment. I can't even remember what the topic was or what we were talking about when I was told something that's stuck with me now for days...
"...You know why? Because YOU are the TROPHY wife," he said through sincere smiles.
As I sat there with no make-up on, barely able to stand up straight after spending the afternoon on my hands and knees mopping the floors, scrubbing the toilets of our future retirement home, dressed in my worst and oldest pair of jeans, I scoffed at the thought.
|Trophy wives don't scrub toilets...this is REALLY me.|
He backed up his statement by pointing out the times they've seen me dressed up, and the photos I've posted on Facebook of us which were taken at medical events.
I don't consider myself a trophy wife and, honestly, I don't want to be seen as such.
A trophy wife doesn't struggle with her weight. A trophy wife LOVES the gym and yoga.
A trophy wife is a beautiful statuesque woman. She is always dressed and made up to perfection. Most likely she's not the sharpest tool in the shed.
Now, I'm no Einstein, but I consider myself plenty smart. I always need my pants hemmed thanks to my petite stature. Like all women, I can slap on some make up, nice clothes, and run a straightener or curling iron through my hair to push myself from "homely" into "cute" status.
CUTE does not equal TROPHY.
I think I'm reading too much into it... time to let it go.
I ask you... What's your idea of a "trophy" wife?