My husband took me for pastries and omelets this morning. Just us two. It was perfect. And tasty. Then for a surprise leisurely stop at a favorite shop. One particular sales associate struck up a convo with my "man with the red shoes" who mentioned me turning 32. He slung me a compliment but assured Dr. Gooch, "Don't worry, I'm gay, I'm not hitting on her."
As we left the establishment, the same fellow sent us off with this gem, "You treat her like a princess today and she'll treat you like a princess on your birthday!" We giggled and threw our heads back in merriment at his joke, at least I did.
We ducked into the frigid air whose temperature seemed to mark my 32nd year all day long, and I asked, "How would I go about treating you like a princess?" He shook his head, "Don't take advice on how to treat your man from a gay guy." Good advice.