“There’s no easy way to say this,” she said over the phone. “But, some people said your behavior at the barbeque was inappropriate.”
“What? I didn’t think we did anything offensive,” I replied. My mind raced through my Inappropriate Behavior Checklist: Peeing off the balcony? Nope. Drunken, racist remarks? Nope. Butt sex in the bathroom? Ha. I wish. Ha. Kidding. Nope. Deep, passionate kissing? Nope. Groping? Nope. As the homosexual couple representatives at an otherwise very hetero-gathering, I was very aware to not be overly … emotive. What the hell did we do?
“Well, there were children present. And one of the parents mentioned to [the hostess] that Y was sitting on your lap.”
OMG! A man sitting on another man’s lap at a table where there were no other chairs! The horror! And, EEK! I may have had my arms around him. And I may have pecked him on the cheek once or twice (or three times, I can’t remember).
Won’t someone think of the children?
Won’t someone explain to the children that not all relationships are just like their parents‘?
Won’t someone take the time to do that rather than castigate two people who were enjoying each other’s company (rather chastely, I might add)?
The more I think about this, the more upset I become. I called Y and ranted to him for a bit. “How does your friend feel about it,” he asked.
I didn’t even think to ask her. I was a bit too taken aback to think clearly. Reflecting back on the conversation, she seemed to be merely conveying a message, rather than her own feelings. But, I don’t know. I need to find out.