My heart leaps as he walks over to me, pulling me into his arms. I can see the questions written all over her face and I know as soon as he leaves, the interrogation will begin.
"So tonight baby. I will pick you up around eight."
With that he bid my mother farewell and was gone.
The door was barely closed behind him, when she started with her line of questioning. Her excitement girlish.
"He is a keeper. How did you meet him? I hope you don't mess things up. He is a great up step to the losers you usually bring home."
"Monica" failing to hide my exasperation.
"I thought something was developing with you and that guy...What's his name." she continued.
"Adrian"
"Oh yes, Adrian. What went wrong with that?"
"He wasn't ready for a serious relationship. He prefers the single life."
"That's not what I heard. He said the sex was quite boring. You do know that you need to spice things up, be more adventurous if you want to keep a man around. Fucking and spanking is taking over the usually norm of missionary sex."
I looked at my mom whose scrubbed face appeared to be younger and unlined concealing her true age. Pondering on what to tell her.
Get out.
Fuck off.