Well, we women could arrange a get together in a pub now and again. But you couldn't meet a man in a pub.....it would seem like a dangerous liaison.DWill:
That is too bad, about the men. What's going on there, do you think?
Anyway, I just remember that where we had been colleagues who really liked and enjoyed one another's company.....when it didn't happen to be a work situation....it just didn't seem right. I don't think I would have liked my husband to be going out to meet a female ex-colleague for drinks, whereas I don't mind in the least when he meets the men he worked with. He would certainly not have been pleased if the position was reversed either.
I used to love this song from the musical 'Flower Drum Song' - and I still love it:-
Now that we're going to be married,
I keep imagining things,
Things that can happen to people,
When they are wearing gold rings:
Being together each morning,
Sharing our coffee and toast.
That's only one of the pictures.
Here's what I picture most.
Sunday, sweet Sunday,
With nothing to do,
Lazy and lovely,
My one day with you.
Hazy and happy,
We'll drift through the day,
Dreaming the hours away.
While all the funny papers lie or fly around the place
I will try my kisses on your funny face.
Dozing, then waking,
On Sunday you'll see...
On...ly... me!
Sunday, sweet Sunday,
On Sunday you'll see...
On...ly... me!