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amulOkay, first off, to the half dozen of you that text-messaged me to let me know it was Xmas this morning: thanks, but next time could you wait until noon?
My mom started off my morning with a rather strange question, considering the source.
"Amul, what kind of women are you attracted to?" Not only did she not wait until my first cup of coffee before trying to make me think, but they don't HAVE coffee at my house, and it's Christmas, so there aren't any coffeehouses open anywhere.
I dunno. I like strong women, emotionally, I mean. Women who refuse to let me take care of them. Pretty, too, although strong is more important than pretty to me, at this point. Active and athletic.
"Really? Because [your Ex] never struck me as any of those things. In fact, she always seemed...." and the rest of this conversation is not fit for print.
After about ten minutes, followed by another four or five minutes of sullen silence on my part, my mom suddenly broke out with this non-sequitor: "I think you and Amit should move back in with us."
And you wonder why I don't visit more often. Of course, then I had to explain WHY I had just said that.
Yeah, merry Xmas everyone. I really want some coffee.
And a cigarette.
My mom started off my morning with a rather strange question, considering the source.
"Amul, what kind of women are you attracted to?" Not only did she not wait until my first cup of coffee before trying to make me think, but they don't HAVE coffee at my house, and it's Christmas, so there aren't any coffeehouses open anywhere.
I dunno. I like strong women, emotionally, I mean. Women who refuse to let me take care of them. Pretty, too, although strong is more important than pretty to me, at this point. Active and athletic.
"Really? Because [your Ex] never struck me as any of those things. In fact, she always seemed...." and the rest of this conversation is not fit for print.
After about ten minutes, followed by another four or five minutes of sullen silence on my part, my mom suddenly broke out with this non-sequitor: "I think you and Amit should move back in with us."
And you wonder why I don't visit more often. Of course, then I had to explain WHY I had just said that.
Yeah, merry Xmas everyone. I really want some coffee.
And a cigarette.
