With my first two husbands, I always kinda sensed they thought there was something wrong with me. Maybe I was too flighty or whatever.
I just assumed the world was full of solo percussionists. I couldn't find sticks or music or anything where I was, but that was expected because there was nothing there anyway. And I think that was possibly the greatest asset for me, just not knowing.
I forgot to shake hands and be friendly. It was an important lesson about leadership.