My chic

Wait. Wait. There are no dramatic revelations following. Probably should have thought about the title a bit longer. I've all but forgotten how to do this.

Anyway. As I was saying. There's this guy I know [and again I'm not refering to myself] who's sentences are eternally punctuated by "my chic". My chic this and my chic that. When I was ... my chic... The other day ... my chic... I find it interesting that all these pronunciations are made with a straight face, even as I flinch every single time. Sure, the guy will likely marry this particular gal, and how else does one refer to his chic when he's mentioning something in which she's involved. Well, you could not refer to her at all [think of something else to talk about when you find yourself about to refer to her], or call her by some other name. Like bananas, or coconuts, or wednesday. Anything but "my chic", or the other common [worse] alternative, "my galfriend". I have nothing against romance, and would probably find myself doing the exact same thing if [IF] I get to a similar situation, and go gaga about someone. [I dread the day. Bitter-sweet is the oxymoron of choice I believe] Right now though, I just find it strange.

P.S: I met my one almost-chic the other day. She's married, with a 3 year old kid.