Lauren in The family

  • April 19, 2014, 7:06 p.m.
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Lauren is probably the person in my family that I know the least. She is my oldest sister's wife, and they really seem to me like an extremely unlikely couple. They have been married for a few years now and they seem to be happy together, so I know the fact that they strike me as unlikely is fairly meaningless.

Other than cutting her hair short (and then letting it grow back), Megan has always been very feminine. I know it's possible to be feminine and lesbian, but I didn't see that coming. She also takes annoyingly good care of herself, runs marathons, and has a body I'm not afraid to admit I am jealous of. She is the kind of woman that men dream about and if she was straight she probably could be with anyone she wanted.

She probably also has the body that lesbians dream of and could be with any woman she wanted, which is why I don't understand her relationship with her wife. I know this is awful to say, but Lauren is the physical opposite of Megan. Lauren is probably around 350 pounds and doesn't seem at all concerned with her appearance. The last time I was with them, she was hanging around the house in a tank top that was too small on her and no bra. We talked about going out somewhere so she disappeared into the bedroom and I hoped she was putting something on that was more appropriate. Instead, she emerged with the same shirt on, the only addition was a bra.

I could complain for paragraphs about her physical appearance, but instead let me say some nice things about her. She is definitely a good person, she has a friendly personality, and she is a positive presence to be around.

The little I know about her history is that she came out as a lesbian in her early teens and has never questioned it. She has never been with a man.

I think of that scene in the movie "The Other Guys" where Will Ferrell introduces Eva Mendes as his wife and Mark Walhberg can't believe it. I imagine that happens a lot between Megan and Lauren.


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