The latest backhanded compliment from dear ol' mom:
Mo: Bla bla something about how being "smart" doesn't mean that you can't be a total fucking idiot in the realm of dating, as I was right up until I got together with Bob.
Mom: You know, a lot of people thought you'd never get married! I mean, you were just so...
Mo: Are you sure you want to say out loud what you're thinking?
Mom: Different! And smart!
Mo: Yup. (aiming middle finger at the phone)
Mom: But then you did, right when you turned thirty, and I think that made people, I don't know, see you differently! In a good way! (so I was a fucking mass of undesirable nerd-girl until Bob's blessed approval changed me into a socially acceptable person??)
Mo: So if I hadn't met, like, the only man on the planet who would actually marry the likes of me, I'd still be single and everyone would be like, 'yep, totally what we expect from different, smart Mo.'
Mom: Well, you make it sound like it's a bad thing!
Jesus fucking Christ. I don't even think about this shit anymore and there it is, the parallel universe where I am still single and some kind of freak. Thanks mom. Better cling to Bob extra-tight, because no one else wants me.
The only man other than Bob that wants me is Obama and he only wants my vote (which I gave him). Ugh.
Posted by Zerd at March 4, 2008 04:17 PMIt was the right thing to do, Mo. He's even turned around this ex-repub.
Happy (early) b-day!
Posted by: Kin at March 4, 2008 05:06 PMEvery day I think I'm the luckiest one, being the guy you like.
As far as I'm concerned, Mom can spend thirty minutes on the can, pooping.
Posted by: Bob at March 5, 2008 02:38 AM