My friends love to ask me about my love life. The truth is, I can count the number of dates I’ve gone on in the past 1 year with my fingers. I know, I’m such a player!
In an attempt to help me/he probably feels sorry for me, my friend is setting me up on a blind date next week!
How exciting. I probably shouldn’t have told my Mom.
Me: Guess what. My friend is setting me up on a blind date next week. I hope he’s a good guy.
Mom: That’s nice, it’s about time you find a nice boy and settle down.
Me: Mom, I’m not going to find one! A nice boy will find me. That’s how it will be.
Mom: What does this potential nice boy do?
Me: He’s a lawyer.
Mom: Oh no, he won’t like you.
Mom: Lawyers are very logical. You are the furthest thing from logical. You are very arty farty, and so you might not understand each other.
Me: Oh no. Really? Now I’m scared. What if we end up arguing? Are lawyers liars?
Mom: Have fun.