I was telling a mom at the playground about the sewing class I took last month, and she thought it was a such a great idea that she asked if she could come along when I do the second-level class.
“Sure!” I said. “It’d be great not to be the only guy there!”
Brief silence. A grunted “Um…”.
“I mean… it’d be nice to go with someone I know… uh…”
Sometimes I’m so comfortable with my playground peeps that I forget I’m not just one of the guys…