“It seems like the entire Tri-state area is asking me if I have a boyfriend." I said.
Mean Jean, my bereavement shrink responds with a snort and then she shakes her head and she says,
“If you were a man you’d be remarried already or certainly on your way.”
“I know” I answered. “On average men remarry at two years and women at five.”
“Do you know why that is?” she asked
“Why?"
“Because men are babies.” Mean Jean gave me that huge grin where she shows all of her teeth. I made a mental note to make a dentist appointment.
I’ve known her for years now so I’m almost positive that her bark is bigger than her bite. I keep this in mind as I try out some sarcasm on her.
“Men are babies you say? Is that professionally speaking?”
“Actually, yes it is. I’ve been in the bereavement racket for 25 years now.
When I retire I’m going to write a book. I think I’ll call it,
Don’t Flatter Yourselves Ladies…Men just can’t be Alone."
