A wise and craven friend has recently advised that I not look for love. Rather: "You should take this time to seek a vigorous gentleman for yourself." He insisted: "Will do you good. Berlin awaits!"
Ha! You try stirring the blood of the Northern European male. Are they reptiles? Perhaps it's time for a jaunt to Italy. Or even Moabit. Where the mighty Turks roam, appetites unguarded.
Don't repeat this to my mom.
I skyped her this evening. I told her bla bla bla, then: "I'm meeting someone later tonight."
She: sputtery noises, words chewed-in half
Me: Hello?
She: You are just-- It's only-- You will be having a drink--
Me: What?
She: Just a few hours with him? Nothing more--
Me: Mom! Her name is Juliet.
She: Oh!
Me: I mean, come on.
She: I thought-- I couldn't tell from that blog post-- I worried--
Me: Tongue in cheek, Mom, tongue in cheek.
She (laughs): It seems I am missing both.
For the record, friends, I might talk a big game. But at the end of the day, I am so much more Carrie than Samantha. If only I had the Manolo Blahniks to prove it.
None of which means anything to my TV-allergic mother. Please, will someone on your side of the Atlantic kindly explain it? Oh, and while you're at it, gently slip in the reminder that I'm thirty-six years and seven months old. Thanks!
Well, here is the Moms who is missing "a tongue and a cheek"it seems, but I had to laugh reading your blog describing our conversation. Is there also a saying your child will also be your child whatever age! Take it as a protective motherly measure even though a bit annoying. Love you, Putzl, it is good to laugh at myself/ourselves, especially these days. Mami
Posted by: Moms in San Francisco | July 28, 2008 at 05:30 PM