What happens next?
I live in a small town, this basically happens whenever I go to a social event.
So… What happens next?
Same thing that happens at regular family events.
“H…hey, what is this empty place, is this supposed to be solitary imprisonment? I didn’t do anything wrong, I don’t even get out of my room.”
My first wife is suddenly alive and meets my second wife. Awkward.
What might be worse is if someone was there that you didn’t know that you had sex with. Like some random person who raped you while you were unconscious after a party in college, or your uncle from your childhood.
Oof, that’s true!
That didn’t even cross my mind! 😅Bunch of dogs and a few cats appear … all animals that humped your leg or massaged your thigh.
Why would your first wife meeting your second wife be awkward? Did she expect you to be celebate the rest of your life? Did you run away with your second wife? Or never tell your second wife about your first? Now I’m curious.
Without going into detail about how their personality types were both wonderful, but clashing, there’s the obvious point that my first wife would have to cope that she’s been dead for many years and that I moved on. That wouldn’t be pleasant. She would probably see me happy with my second wife as happy as I was with her, and think, “what the HELL?” “Well, you died.” “Okay,” she’d say, and definitely NOT be okay. I might add, “you said I needed to find someone after you’re gone,” which I think the reality of what that meant in a context in front of her would hit her like an iron fist. We were each other’s first, see. My second wife would be gushing towards her, thanking her for everything in an awkward way, because while I was truthful about my previous marriage, I was also really kind. My second wife is also a widow, so she gets it. She credits my wife for “the man I have now,” which is true. I am a better person because of my first wife, but I have also changed and “grown” a little since her death. So now, I would be a different person to her. One seasoned by the death of a spouse. That shit changes you.
I think a majority of our discussion would be, “well, what has happened in the world since 2014, then?” and that would be… bad. For all the reasons most people looking outside of this room would know. My first wife would be very upset how things progressed a few years after she died. “Trump? The asshole from The Apprentice?” And so on.
My wives did meet, but didn’t know it. My wife was kind of a local celebrity, but my second wife was a vendor IN those circles. I has also met my first wife several times, but only as a character in the background. If that makes sense. We friended because of a local widow’s group, which she still runs with a friend. We didn’t even start dating until years after both our spouses passed, and only recently remarried. Our friends, many of them mutual since way before, approve of us finding one another.
Wow. Lucky you and your current wife
I think it would be even more awkward if he celebrated his life after his first wife died.
Joys of autocorrect.
Depends how time has progressed for them I guess
I’m currently in that room
A room full of sharks?
It’s a big room
It’s called an aquarium, and this is the last time I’m going to ask you to leave this facility.
YOU CANT MAKE ME
Ok so it’s a normal night with my wife then?
Me and the wife will probably see if there’s something on TV.
Everyone else is someone I had sex with in my life. But it doesn’t specify that it is everyone I have had sex with in my life.
I want you to be my lawyer.
You just turned this from an awkward experience into a fun occasion.
I understood that you are in a room with everyone but the persons you had sex with.
Must be a huge Room smelling like farts
This happens to me every day
Empty Chairs at Empty Tables
Oof
Don’t worry, you’re not missing out on much. Is it better than…self service? Ya sometimes, but not always.
I don’t know though, I always pay someone else to wash my car, I can’t be bothered and they do a better job anyway, so I don’t see why this would be any different.
Such a lonely room.
I would turn it into a computer room… :)
I have some alone time with my wife.
Same it happens to me every night
You can shoo all the hookers into a corner
“Hey.” “Hey.” “How are things with you?” “Pretty good. You?” “Good, thanks.”
I sob uncontrollably in an empty room.
“Why does everyone here have 5 heads and 1 arm?”
rape survivors are going to have a hard time…
If it is the rapist that is asked the question and they have a lot of victims they could gang up on them.
Oof. I don’t even want to think about that…
I was actually in this scenario just last night. We watched TV.
…the only person I’ve had sex with is my wife.
Well, one of them has been dead for 5 years so I’d probably freak the fuck out.
Try 15. There would be some dudes and a pile of bones in the midle. lol
