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I Don’t Have A Problem With You Being Pretty
Maybe it’s my autism. Maybe I’m really not a human being and am really some alien species dropped here on the planet to walk among the people, to study them and learn about their ways. It that’s the case, I’m failing miserably.
People say and do things I just don’t get. That’s no surprise. But recently, one person said something to me that really boggled my mind.
As you may or may not know, my husband is an artist and a very good one. He’s very well known on social media. He’s also adorable. I guess that’s neither here nor there. Or maybe it is, I don’t know.
Anyway, a woman, a little older than me, approached him, via social media, to purchase a painting. They chatted. She added him as a friend. Okay. Nothing unusual.
I’m all over this feed. He’s got tons of pictures of me. He’s got tons of pictures of us together, of food I’ve cooked for us (I’m a mean cook), etc. You know, just pictures of our life together. I have similar pics on my social media.
I get a message from this woman. Unsolicited. She was nice enough. She introduced herself and explained who she was, and sent a friend request. Fine.
