About five years ago, my mom fixed me up. That should have been the red flag right there. Anyway, this butch and I were to go on a date at Christmas time when I visited my mom and dad in Florida. So she starts calling in October. And calling and calling. When she said, "Now I have something to look forward to," that was it. I told her honestly that it was too many calls. And I was dating anyway. When I got home that Christmas, she had sent a centerpiece to my parents. Flowers and piney stuff. She called one more time, and I gently said no.
But implying that a date with a stranger gives you a reason to go on . . . uh no. Not a good idea.
I met her ex, a neighbor of my mother's. And she seems cool. But perhaps she is an ex for a reason.
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