May 10, 2007
My Maybe Possibly Could Be Might Be Date
So, I might have a date in June with this guy I used to go to school with in junior high. (I'm not sure if it's an actual date or just a friends thing.) Anyway, I just told my mom about it.
She wanted to know with who. Then she wanted to know how long I'd been talking to him and how I'd started talking to him. Then she wanted to know where he lived. Then she wanted to know if he was in school. Then she wanted to know the exact nature of his job at the fire department. Then she wanted to know how it is that we're going on a date (possibly) when I'm here and he's there. Then she decided that she'd let me have my date, but she wanted to know more about him.
Let me have my date? Let me?
What is this? Am I not twenty-one years old? Am I not reasonably intelligent? Am I not responsible? Am I not the most well-behaved of her children?
I'm insulted. Does she think I'm going to let him drive me to the middle of the woods or something? Does she think I don't read all those posters, and newsletters, and emails, and fliers, and magazine articles, and pamphlets, and leaflets, and sugar packets warning girls about the dangers of speaking to members of the opposite sex on which you have not run a background test and several blood tests on?
Yeesh. I am not an idiot.
You know, I'd be reacting to this much better if she'd said something more along the lines of, "I want you to be careful". This let you business, however, just ain't gonna fly. Really, she should know better by now.
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She wanted to know with who. Then she wanted to know how long I'd been talking to him and how I'd started talking to him. Then she wanted to know where he lived. Then she wanted to know if he was in school. Then she wanted to know the exact nature of his job at the fire department. Then she wanted to know how it is that we're going on a date (possibly) when I'm here and he's there. Then she decided that she'd let me have my date, but she wanted to know more about him.
Let me have my date? Let me?
What is this? Am I not twenty-one years old? Am I not reasonably intelligent? Am I not responsible? Am I not the most well-behaved of her children?
I'm insulted. Does she think I'm going to let him drive me to the middle of the woods or something? Does she think I don't read all those posters, and newsletters, and emails, and fliers, and magazine articles, and pamphlets, and leaflets, and sugar packets warning girls about the dangers of speaking to members of the opposite sex on which you have not run a background test and several blood tests on?
Yeesh. I am not an idiot.
You know, I'd be reacting to this much better if she'd said something more along the lines of, "I want you to be careful". This let you business, however, just ain't gonna fly. Really, she should know better by now.
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Did you get his medical records too? Very important, those.
Posted by: The Witch at May 11, 2007 08:44 AM (/g+uN)
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Tax returns, at least the last five years' worth, both his and his parents. "Next of kin" is nice too, a subtle hint that he better treat you right.
Posted by: RocketJones at May 14, 2007 07:41 AM (blNMI)
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