Cool coworker: So, how’s it feel on day two?
Me: Huh? How’s what feel?
Coworker: Well, I guess it’s like day five or whatever. Being engaged!
Me: Oh – right!
Coworker: Guess the magic has worn off already, huh? It’s like you’re an old married couple.
Me: Well, I did find out last night that My Guy failed miserably at learning to play the recorder in junior high.
Me: Yeah. Last night he finally ‘fessed up that he is horrible at playing the recorder. He’d expected it would come up sooner or later, but then realized he needed to lock me in before I found out.
Coworker: Nooo! Did you guys break up?
Me: Well, let’s just say I’m doing a lot of thinking. A. Lot. Of. Thinking.
Coworker: Well, since he’s not savvy with the woodwinds, does he at least have skills with percussion, or maybe some sort of stringed instrument?
Me: Umm, no.
Coworker: The recorder. Damn. You gotta get that straightened out and address it now. Otherwise, it’s the sort of thing where one night, he’ll just start sobbing at the dinner table.