It is because I am honest that I don't "save myself." When 'D in G' asked me "where does your mom live," and I could hear the fear in his voice, that she.....might.....live.......................................................................................
with..............
me......
I could have stopped the relationship RIGHT THERE.
Because I was telling him that I was going to be too busy the coming week to get together.
Which was true.
Though I could feel it inside me, that I wanted nothing to do with him.
Not in a scary way, just too....over-bearing.
But no, I say, "oh she lives in the 'Basin'." Because I didn't want to tell him where she lived. It's none of his business after a 1st date. And I don't know him.
I could hear the relief in his voice.
So a week later, when in the motel room in Amarillo, with my mom and telling her about 'Dig,' and she's asking me questions - is he cute? what does he do? where did he take you to dinner? etc.
She said, laughing, "you should have said, 'yes, she lives with me. She sleeps in the basement."
She went on to say, "and she doesn't hear a thing once she goes to the basement."
MOM!
Both of us, laughing, I said, "and she has this little dog that doesn't like anyone, but he won't bite you. He goes with her. He will be fine,"
and my mom picked that up and added, "he's fine until he wakes up and needs let out at night. Then he will realize there is someone in the house that he doesn't know, and....."
Yep, all I would have to say is, "my mom lives with me, part time," and that would end any possible relationship. Without having to hurt his feelings.
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