I wasn't sure if any of you pretties noticed but I didn't make an honest man out of my Fancy this December nor he make me an honest woman. We are living in sin. We are getting the milk for free, nope, no cow purchasing going on here. We decided to postpone yet again because my ongoing bout with malaria, typhoid and the like and we have been having, ahem, some problems (besides my obvious mental ones). We--ok I decided it would behoove us to get some outside help (read--a referee). I set up the appointment for an evaluation.
MISS B: "We have an appointment with the therapist next week, she said we need to come early to fill out a questionnaire."
THE FANCY: "A woman?! That's not fair, she'll be biased."
MISS B: "Would you like me to try to find a male therapist?"
THE FANCY: " A man? What would a guy know about relationships?"
So my story begins...We arrived at the counseling center and were handed our respective questionnaires, multiple questions about our health both physical and mental, our past, present etc.. We were to check off boxes with the degree of whatever we felt: Mild, Moderate, Severe. I assumed the one's that didn't apply we should skip, I finished looooong before the Fancy. He was still checking things off when we were called into our evaluation.
After our introductions the therapist scanned through the forms quickly when something obviously caught her eye. She broached the subject gently, "This is couples counseling and well this was the first thing that struck me, it reads that you Fancy have checked 'mild'under gender questioning." Oh please where are the 'Depends' when I need them?
THE FANCY: "Oh, I thought we were supposed to answer every question."
I must have laughed for a half hour straight, which of course allowed the therapist to assess both my maturity and compassion level.
MISS B: "I'm not laughing at him, I swear, I am laughing with him." Tears rolling down my face, sides aching, cheeks about to tear.
THE FANCY: "I didn't think that was that funny."
Anyways, the evaluation was basically over when I finally composed myself. We said our goodbyes and see ya next Tuesday, no really our appointments will be on Tuesday. At the elevator the Fancy asked, " So how'd I do? Not bad, huh?" I smiled, "You are a natural, I knew you would be."
