Epic mom conversation again - there're so many of these lately, especially since mom is still discovering the 'joy' of messaging on an iPad with spellcheck on.
Tonight, all of a sudden, we began to talk about me being 22 (no this conversation isn't predictable yet, stop guessing), what she was doing when she was 22, and I somehow managed to throw in the words 'it's nothing we're just friends', 'IIM', 'dating', 'vegetarian', 'IF ANYTHING HAPPENS I WILL INFORM YOU FIRRRRST' and 'cute guy' in the same sentence.
Edited response - "Ok, let us have a thorough check from all fronts because it is a very big and lifetime decision."
What the frog is going on momma? 0_o IT'S JUST A prospective DATE, and I haven't even acknowledged the prospect properly. Lifetime decision? Did you just say you returned from London? You should have tried saying this there :P
A perfect example of two different generations reacting to the word 'dating' in their own sweet ways.
To me, dating carries a connotation of some level of hope, some happiness inside that I'm not bad or wrong ('not bad at alllll' is the actual sentiment, with a generous, eyebrow crinkling inner wink+thumbs up). With my hideously long (or tall, depends on whether you want to cover latitude or altitude. And whether you're a guy) Right Guy checklist, it will be a surprise for anybody who knows me if I even say yes to a mere DATE. Depending on who it is that I surprised, they might even give the guy some sort of decathlon/endurance racing prize for having gotten me to say yes.
But even then, my mom's attitude is a little sad (I'm not saying pathetic because that would be sadder), but I find it hilarious nonetheless.
To my mom, 'dating' is a dangerous explosive compounded by her daughter's (you just waiiiitttt momma, your son is growing up too. He already texts like a PRO YO \m/) willingness to 'hold a grenade with the pin out'. The grenade in question is a ready chance handed out to relatives, on a platter with flowers and vermilion, to tell my parents that 'we saw your daughter with a guyyyyyy in ABC road. What is this, maami-maama, she was wearing sleeveless and all in main road that too on a bike. Do you even know the boy's nakshatram?'
And my mom is obviously waiting for me to get home in the term break this week. I have given her nightmare material for the next few days, I daresay. I will have many more such ''moments" to report after that.... :D
To think, I haven't even thought about my dad's reaction to any of this yet. XD XD XD