I was talking to my mother this morning while I was getting ready for work, and we were having a debate about a certain bartender we have both seen. There was a lot of back and forth that finally ended with me saying, "Look I know for a fact that he isn't gay!" My mother then proceeded to ask me if I had slept with afore mentioned bartender. Much to my own disappointment the answer was no, but I know someone who has. As if this conversation wasn't special enough it continued...
Mom- Oh good, learn from my mistakes.
Me- You slept with the bartender?
Mom- No! He's a puppy!!! No, but I've slept with far too many bartenders.
Me- Okaaaaay. Well, bartenders are fun.
Mom- And too many band guys.
Me- Well, band guys are fun too. You shouldn't try to make them anything more then a good time though.
Mom- I've had a lot of good times.
(I pause slightly horrified)
Me- Okaaaay
Mom- Do you know I don't have a clue how many people I've slept with or what their names were. Learn from my mistakes.
Me- Yeah, I know all of the names and the number, and it isn't that high.
Mom- Good! Considering I've been married for most of my adult life and I never cheated I guess that says something.
Me- (Awkward silence) Ummm... I guess
Mom- Yeah, it say's that I'm really busy when I'm single! In fact right now is the least busy I've ever been and that's because I'm old!!!
Me- I thought you had a date this weekend.
Mom- Yeah, but that's with this band guy.
Me- Well, it should be a good time at least.
This is what happens when you become friends with your children...your conversations become posts.
Friday, October 21, 2011
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