I guess I should be upset or something. I think that's the correct emotion to have...but I choose to think it's funny instead. Here is the scene last night: my roommate was making dinner and I was being good company in the kitchen.
Me: So, anything new so far this week? (I hadn't seen her since Monday)
Roommate: (chopping carrots) Um, I don't think so. Oh! I almost forgot, I totally outed you to Bible Chick. I thought she knew.
Me: (laughing) Ok, random. How did this come up?
Roommate: Well she asked how you were and what you were up to. I said you were good, still seeing CLF and her eyes were all, "seeing who?" and I realized she didn't know. I mean, it's public knowledge at this point, I figured you had either forgotten to tell her, or hadn't gotten around to it yet. So yeah, she knows and probably will be calling you so be prepared.
Me: Good to know.
I think I'm supposed to be mad/upset. I mean there is that tiny-itty-bitty rule that you never out anyone, but really...it was hilarious. She was just so matter-of-fact like, "Oh we were out of laundry detergent so I bought some when I was at Harris Teeter. Just wanted to let you know so you didn't go buy more." that even if I was offended I couldn't stay upset. I called Bible Chick that night and set up a time to hang out next week...I'm 100% sure I'll have something to write after THAT meeting. I mean, I didn't label her Bible Chick on here for nothing...