Monday, January 28, 2013

The Curse of the Big Mouth and the Snoopy Mother

Chapter 1

Although it wasn't termed a "date", she was excited to go. She was
flattered that a boy thought her stylish and she was happy to help him
find some classy black shoes for work.  Deep down she hoped there was
more than shoe shopping in order.

They agreed that Nordstrom Rack would be a good place to start and had
fun trying on shoes. Some were sleek, some were elaborate, and some
were plain old fugly. They learned a lot about one another through
their shopping experience. She was clearly an impulse buyer while he
was very contemplative about what he would purchase. She opened him up
to the idea of "placing items on hold", something he didn't even know
was an option.

Her shopping aura convinced him to buy the shoes. She didn't even need
to say, "you are young, single, and you owe yourself a nice, new pair
of shoes." She said she liked them. He bought them.

After shoe shopping she waited for him to suggest the next activity.
He explained that he had a dinner group to attend but offered no
invitation. This made her sad. Then he said, "you know, I would rather
have dinner with you. Want to get dinner?"

She thinks to herself- "um, of course I want to get dinner. I only
helped you picked out beautiful shoes at a great price...."

She said, "sure, that would be great."

Chapter 2

They ate dinner at a Mexican chain restaurant because it was right next 

to the shoes. It was the first place he saw, proving great planning on his

He made her really nervous at dinner because he said, "I am going to
ask you something and I don't want you to be embarrassed or feel bad
because I would never want to tell you anything to make you feel bad."

She freaks out inside. What is he talking about??!

 "Does your mom happen to have a Linkedin account? It sends me an
e-mail every time someone looks at my profile and it told me she has
been checking up on me online," he asks with a smile.

Her jaw drops.

"What is linkedin anyways? Why would my mom have that? Oh my gosh. I
am so sorry. I am mortified. My mom likes to know what is going on in
my life. Not that anything is happening with us I just know that I
mentioned you when she asked me what I did last weekend. I said I
went to a museum with you and that it was fun..." Oh my gosh, oh my
gosh, OH MY GOSH!

"I am flattered. I am sure your mom and I would be best
friends if we ever met. Really, I didn't mean to make you
uncomfortable. I think it is funny. Also, my dad googles girls all of
the time."

Sigh of relief, but not really.

The rest of the evening they had some great conversation and she
apologized about 1 zillion times about the cyber stalking.

Moral of the story. Don't tell your mom to google a boy. He will know
that she did and by default, know that you told her to do it.

The end