Annabelle and I had always kept the female led part of our relationship private. This changed one evening because of an offhand comment I made to one of her closest friends.
Laura, a dancer in her youth, doesn't look her fifty years, which is a few years older than us. Now an interior designer she was looking for a new job and had come for dinner and some support before an interview. She fretted over the interview as I walked her to her taxi and, fuelled by wine, I made an offhand comment in an attempt to cheer her up, "never forget the power of a good pair of tits in any negotiation".
I thought nothing more of my comment until I came home from work a few days later. Annabelle was in a visibly bad mood.
"I've just spoken to Laura".
"Oh, how did the job interview go?"
"Badly."
"There's always next time I suppose."
"What did you say to her?"
"Nothing, I haven't spoken to her since dinner the other night."
As I spoke, I remembered my comment. My face clearly registered my recall because Annabelle reacted.