Mentioned to a work contact the other day that I’ll be splitting my time between NYC and N.C. for a while because I’m getting married and my future husband has been offered a job in Durham. It feels weird to say “my future husband” and not mean Ira Glass or Mr. Darcy.

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4 Responses to Future

  1. Andrea says:

    Ha. See, what you do is not really tell anyone you’re dating; show up engaged at a holiday with the fiancee so the family can meet them, then disappear for a couple of months while you make arrangements to go elope. Next holiday, bring your new spouse and act surprised if anyone comments on the quickness of things. I hear it (mostly) works. 😉

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