In her Words
The Sole Man
My husband works in office full of women
My hubby loves his work: He’s doing exactly what he trained for, the pay is great, and he works in an office full of vibrant, energetic, young people just like him. Just like him in all respects except one: They are all female.
It didn’t register with me at first, when he started talking about his coworkers. He talked a lot about the head of his department. How encouraging she was, how she told him she snatched up his resume and thought he was too good to be true. How she’d just been waiting for the opportunity to hire him. My ears started to prick up a bit when he told me she was only two years older than he, and quite an impressive woman…who goes to the gym a lot.
Then he told me men smirked at him when he went out to lunch with “the gals” because sometimes he’d be the only guy at a table of women. And sometimes he’d come in with a different woman to lunch every day. I pictured my handsome fella at a table of office matrons, listening to their woes about children and mortgage payments. Then he told me the sandwich guy calls him “master” or, alternately, cock in the henhouse. I thought I’d like to meet “the gals” for myself.
When I walked into his office for the first time, I was greeted by – to my relief – an elderly gentleman named Henry. I introduced myself to Henry, who acknowledged having heard a lot about me from my husband. “Go right through those doors and you’ll find him.” Through those doors I went and what I encountered reminded me vaguely of the opening credit sequence to Gossip Girl – gorgeous women all, with my husband as the sole male lead. I’m sure there were other men loitering about, but they were extras for the purposes of my insecurity.
And to top it all off, they were all really nice. They told me what a great guy I had, how lucky I was to have such a great guy and how they wish they had such a great guy too. As if I didn’t already know all that.
I spoke with my husband a bit about my very mild trepidation. He laughed and, of course, said I had nothing to worry about. Thinking about it, I realize those women represent every other woman out there in the world, and if he had wanted somebody like one of them, he never would have married me. Still, I’m not such a Pollyanna to be completely relieved by this realization. And there’s really nothing to be done about this predicament other than trust them all completely.
However, I think it might be better – more economical and healthier, you see – to send my husband to work with a packed lunch from now on.