Dating Diaries: Wait For It
/I emailed Mom to ask where she wanted to go for Mother’s Day, suggesting that we go out on Saturday to avoid the Sunday crowds.
“I’d love a good steak,” she emailed back. “Maybe Applebee’s?”
“We’re not going to %$^$** Applebee’s,” I emailed back. “But I will take you out for a steak dinner.”
I made a reservation at one of the best steakhouses in Greensboro. The service was impeccable and our waiter was a very handsome gentleman, one of those silver foxes who could be 55 or an extremely well preserved 65. For the record, my mom, at 72, could easily pass for 62.
The conversation turned to dating and I encouraged her to get out there. She waved me away.
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