Calendar Girls

“I have an idea,” he said, motioning for me to follow him into the bedroom. I sat next to him in front of the computer. “See, I can set it up so you can see my Google Calendar.”

I squinted at the screen. “Why would you want to show me your calendar?”

“Because, this way you’ll always know if I’m busy. And if you share with me, I’ll know if you were planning on making dinner. This way you won’t wait for me and I won’t upset you if I have other plans.”

I shook my head. This was all happening so fast.

[from my pseudonymous column at The Gloss]

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