When my husband proposed to me in college, we were already living together. Scandalous, I know. We had an apartment that we shared with a friend from school. When I first moved in with my husband, there were all kinds of rumors about me living with the person I was dating, but they all knew I had a female roommate since she was in the dance department with me. So naturally, they thought that I was a lesbian. I’m fine with being thought a lesbian. I’m just not one.
So, when my husband proposed, the rumor started swirling around campus that I was engaged to a woman. People started congratulating me on my bold decision. I didn’t understand. How was getting engaged at 21 bold? Especially in Oklahoma. Then someone made the comment that it was wonderful we were willing to remain engaged until gay marriage was legal in Oklahoma. That’s when I realized what was going on. I never bothered to correct anyone. Why bother since I wasn’t offended?
But the lesson to be learned from this tale is that the rumor mill runs faster than an iPhone Plant. And don’t run away with the first story you hear. Unless it’s a story I’ve told you. Then it’s bound to be true.