My mom has been trying to get me to try online dating for some time. My mother herself started online dating in 2003 and has yet to find “the one”, but hey, she’s sure it would be a great idea for me. I haven’t been interested at all. And I’ve repeatedly told her that I’m not interested.
So I found out–because she left a window open on her home computer–that she’s been scouting chicks on match.com for me. She even sent one a message, though she said it was just to explain the fact that she had looked at her profile (so as to make her not believe my mother to be a lesbian). Okay Mom, I believe you.
No online dating when I was a teenager but my Mom actually made a date for me with a girl I didn’t want to go out with. When I refused to go the girls Mom was mad at me and thought I should have the respect to break the date personally.
My Mom was too embaressed to confess her involvement to the Mom. At least she never did it again.
She assumed because I wasnt chasing tail like a rabid wombat like most red blooded american boys that I was likely gay. She wasnt the only one thinking along those lines either unfortunately.
Hey, I had physics and math classes to study for and more interesting things to do you know.
Least she neither said much about said assumptions (besides straight out asking once) NOR did she have access to internet dating sites like the OP :eek: (my apparent gay youth was a bit before the net, thank gawd)
I feel for you. My mom once gave a guy she met on the metro train my email because she liked him. She was taken though, so she tried to pass him on to me. Moms are unique.
I think I have the solution tho! Firstly, has she considered (you may want to point this out!) that having your Mom pre-clear your dates like this is gonna set off some alarm bells to any perspective suitors, non?
And IF she’s not pre-vetting these gals the only other option is she is mis-representing herself, which is a bad start too.
Either way, she needs you to point out the whole plan can only do more harm than good…
Listen to your mother. She knows what’s best for you. Now, sit up straight and don’t chew with your mouth open. You don’t want those dates to think she raised you in a barn, do you?
I’ve come to realize lately how absolutely awful people are at deciding who’s my “type.” More than once I’ve had to ask if they were joking.
Probably the worst though was my sister-in-law, who wanted to set me up with her daughters’ piano teacher. Hey, I appreciate the thought, but why would I want to date a pretty obviously butch lesbian who lives 700 miles away?
