Saturday, November 6, 2010.
We are still in Washington State and today we went to Bainbridge Island on the ferry. We did more but I won't get into the details. I promised you old stories on the days I'm not home. So here's another one or two, depending on how long I feel like typing.
When John and I were just dating for maybe a few weeks, I came up to the resort on a weekend that my two kids were at their father's. I was just getting to know that I was falling for John and I was really wanting to know what it would be like to spend more time at the resort. So I packed my things and decided to stay on his couch this particular weekend.
I was talking to John and customers at the campfire at night. We were all sitting around and there was a lot of laughter. John's friend, Tom, who also lived at the resort, was also at the campfire, as well as the neighbors Laurie and Paul. Tom was living at the resort since he had gone through a divorce. He did a lot of work around the resort in return for rent fees, etc. John appreciated the help and had 3 bedrooms so there was plenty of room for Tom and if Tom's grown kids came to visit.
Anyway we were all sitting around the campfire and I loved the sense of humor that the customers and all of the group had. The later it got, the funnier it was. I love jokes and love to laugh so I was joining right in. Then the jokes started about JB. JB this and JB that. JB will do it, JB does everything for John, JB will take care of it, ha, ha, ha. Finally I asked what JB meant. That's when they said it meant, "John's Bitch". I was shocked. Had they been talking about me? Had they been calling me that?
I had been helping John all day around the resort and I was a little shocked that they would call me that, but I have thick skin, I think. So I took it all in stride. The humor kept up about how just ask, JB. Then I heard someone say, JB will do it, HE'LL do anything. So now I wondered who they were talking about. Maybe it was a mistake and that it wasn't about me. So I listened more intently.
Tom was sitting by the campfire still and suddenly he got up and said, "That's it, I'm outa here." I thought maybe he was getting sick of the fact that the group was picking on me or something.
Then John said that we should go up too. The neighbor, Paul, said to ask JB to fix the pier tomorrow and then laughed. The group around the campfire appeared to have enough of this repeated joke and didn't laugh too much anymore. Paul had a tendency to repeat something funny until it wasn't funny any more. I did not know this at the time. I was still thinking they had been talking about me.
When John and I got into the lodge, I asked him how long they had been calling me JB. I said I couldn't believe that they were calling me that, especially since I didn't know them that well. He laughed uproariously with Tom for a long time.
John and Tom then told me that it wasn't me they were talking about when they said, JB. John's Bitch was supposedly Tom. Tom would almost always do any job around the resort that needed to be done or that John would ask him to do. So the customers and neighbors teasingly called him, JB.
We all got a good laugh about that and John said that he was especially glad that he and I were dating. He was a little worried that there might be rumors that he and Tom were a couple, if you know what I mean. So since John was actually dating me, people then felt they could joke about it and they sure did.
I said that I thought that was funny now too, but then Tom said he didn't very much but he laughed too. The entire joke died that night though because I would tell people that I thought they meant it was me initially. That made them laugh and then it wasn't about Tom anymore. He was very happy that I had somehow transferred the joke away from him.
I hope you enjoyed this story.
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