I must vent about one of my mom’s most annoying wanting-me-to-be-attached habits. I’ll call it “That Question.”
That Question goes like this, “Were there any cute, single guys there?” Or the more passive, “So, there weren’t any cute, single guys there?”
She asks me That Question after any and every event that I attend: my friends’ sons’ birthday party, a night out at the bar, my class reunion, an evening of sand volleyball, a vacation, a trip to the dog park, anywhere and everywhere I go.
Aaaaaahhh! I AM NOT LIVING MY LIFE WITH THE SOLE INTENT OF FINDING “A CUTE, SINGLE GUY.” I am living my life with the sole intent of enjoying myself. If I find “a cute, single guy,” great, if not, that’s okay too. When I tell her that there weren’t any of these (seemingly abundant in her eyes) cute, single guys, she always seems so genuinely disappointed.
I realize that she just wants me to find someone to love and someone to love me, but she seriously needs to stop asking That Question.
