Shouted on the rooftops

There is this endangered species that is common in the Christian church, the species that have forced a past tense to become an adjective. Some members of these species, identified as the Marrieds, are sighted mostly around church buildings on Sunday afternoons. They hurdle together and whisper things that other species can only be curious about, and perhaps make a resolution to find their way into that circle.

Well, every once in a while the males and females of the species decide to meet separately, for better elucidation and unhindered discussion of certain gender-specific matters.

Sometimes some of the things that one hears at such meets remain with one forever. I have two examples that put the fear of Marrieds in my brave heart.

From the women's camp, somebody opened her mouth and delivered the lines that will just not get out of my head:

And the way they like IT in the morning! It's like they are always ready, yet you have things to do.

Only one person had the ill-timed judgement to agree, with an overenthusiastic "Owaaye!"

And from the men's camp, our agent, Mr. Adam brought back on a silver platter the following:

"The problem is that she insists on bathing with hot water at night, which just makes it..."

Sorry people, for some reason my mind has marred the rest of that line. I need to have the exact words lest I misrepresent, because I could fill it with any number of sad endings.

After that experience, you just have to make a mental note to dodge all the men-only or women-only meetings in future. Because after someone bares his/her soul, they will not be content until they have extracted a dangerous confession out of each one in the group. And like Minty and Adam compared notes, all the wives and husbands sure must have done the same. After that you don't know who is looking at you in a shiny new light.

I'd rather stay in the shadows, thanks.