Here's a cautionary tale for any woman whose husband "works from home." I recently ran into some Dexter looking dude, an unassuming accountant type at a news conference. Anyway, this is the conversation (very brief) that went down when he said hi to me.
Dexter: I know you!
Me: You do?
Dexter: I've seen you before at the train station.
Me: And you remember me? (Insert, I don't remember ever seeing you).
Dexter: Yes, I use to see you when I was with my wife, when I'd drop her off for the train. You use to take the 7:44 in the morning. I was just telling everyone over there (points to three people) that I know that woman, but I don't know from where. Do you still take the train?
Me: Occasionally, I switched jobs.
Dexter: Well, let me give you my card. We should catch up sometimes. I own my own business, and work from home (throws in his sly laugh). My wife, well, she works in the city, sooooooooo (he has seductive laughter) I always have time to do coffee or something (insert BIG smile- no laugh- it is real).
Me: (Lord) Oh...ok.
Dexter: Do you have a card?
Me: (reaching in my bag- but pulling out nothing!) No, I don't seem to have any with me. At least I have yours though.
Dexter: It was great to see you again!
Me: Yes, thank you. You take care now.
Dexter: I will. You totally have made my day. Wow, I can't believe that I saw you again.
I guess dreams do come true...for some people.
