Me: Um, did you pretend to be me while you were out last night?
Mom: No.
Me: Are you sure? Because some lady sent me an e-mail - at WORK - telling me how great it was to meet me and sending me a detailed list of singles events in the area.
Mom: Oh, yes. I met her in the bathroom at PGA Tour.
Me: And you gave her my e-mail address why? And pretended to be me why?
Mom: I did NOT pretend to be you. I just TOLD her about you.
Me: Oh wow. Again, why?
Mom: I don't know. She was nice.
Me: And because I so love group activities like apple picking and paintball with people I don't know?
Mom: Well, haha, just delete it. But you never know, it could be fun.
Me: Mom, I've attended two specifically "singles" events when coerced. One was populated by Catholic Star Trek fans, and at the other, my two hot prospects were the George Costanza guy and the old man dressed like a railroad conductor. Pass.



Singles events? I don't THINK so! Not for me either, thanks. :)
Posted by: Zandria | November 19, 2007 at 01:25 PM
They are the worst kind of event in the world that doesn't involve physical pain or imprisonment. ;)
I'd rather stand in line at the DMV for two hours.
Posted by: Laurie | November 21, 2007 at 11:32 AM