Meeting Aisha

One of my wife’s friends, and someone who I’ve known now for several years, and consider a friend as well invited us to her and her fiance’s apartment for drinks. It was nothing fancy or formal. Just two couples getting together.

When we walked into their apartment, she say’s my name in greeting.

“T.!”

I say, without missing a beat:

“Aisha!”

She stops cold mid-hug.

“Who’s Aisha?”

I stumbled and bumbled, before sputtering. “S.”, which is the woman’s name. “I’m sorry, I have no idea where that came from. I don’t even know any Aisha’s that well”.

She wasn’t having any of it. She gave me the third degree about who Aisha was, and a dressing down about calling her out her name.

My wife, meanwhile abandoned me for a glass of wine.