Tonight the Hubs told me I reminded him of Dorothy Parker.



"Who is that?" I asked. "Didn't they make a movie about her starring Halle Berry?"



"No.  That was Dorothy Dandridge."



"OK, then I don't know who Dorothy Parker was."




"Are you serious?  Weren't you an English major in college?" the Hubs asked incredulously.



"Yeah, but I don't remember studying her."



"But when we were dating you told me how much you liked her writing.  I took you to the Algonquin Hotel so you could see where she lived and wrote."



"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said.  "I don't know that hotel at all."



"What are you talking about, Jen?  We went to the hotel and we walked around the lobby and we talked about how much you admired her writing.  That's when I realized how similar you were to her."



"OK, I'm going to stop you right there, because you are not talking about me and this is not going to go well for you if you keep talking."



You see the Hubs had a girlfriend before me.  We'll call her Elaine.  I've never met Elaine, but I've heard quite a bit about her.  Every now and again the Hubs will start to reminisce about a wonderful, romantic, thoughtful date that he planned for me and it will take me twenty minutes to convince him that wasn't me on the date with him.



Yup.  That was Elaine.



The Hubs and Elaine went to the Algonquin Hotel because Elaine is a fan of Dorothy Parker.  (I just caught up on her tonight and I have to say I'm a fan now too.  So there, Elaine.)



Elaine went ice skating in Central Park on a beautiful, cold and starry night.  (All the time we lived in New York City the Hubs never took me ice skating in Central Park because he was positive we'd already done that and we didn't "need to do it twice".)



Elaine drove to Vermont with the Hubs to look at the fall foliage.  (I've never been to Vermont.)



I know there are more, but these are the ones I can think of tonight.





I've never even seen the outside of this place, let alone the inside.



After arguing with me for a good fifteen minutes and me Googling pictures of the Algonquin Hotel to reassure myself that I've never been there, the Hubs FINALLY said, "You know what?  I think you're right.  It was Elaine I took there."



"Nice, asshole."



"Hey!  You shouldn't be mad.  You should look at this way:  I can't even remember anyone else after I met you.  I just assume I did all these wonderful things with you."



Nice try, Hubs.







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