Oblivious

Recent conversations with my wife:

Wife: “Yes, I met him. It was at that party where that one student kept hitting on you.”
Me: “Wait, what? Who was hitting on me?”

Wife: “One of my art history professors spent the entire semester talking about Joseph W. Campbell; it got old. It was the same instructor who spent the whole class flirting with you that time you visited.”
Me: “What? She did?”

Just call me oblivious…

But can you blame me? I mean, Jessica was in the room. You don’t notice a candle when the sun is lighting up the whole sky.

Stant Litore

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