Well, he’s gay…
My mother insisted in coming to the gyne with me when I was 30. She cried for days over my being able to get checked up “from the front.”
I hate to keep asking this question, but do I even want to know?
I’m thinking it’s a euphemism for the gynecological checkup, but… most women I know tend to start going to one in their late teens, for birth control pill prescriptions.
I could not handle this. The frequency and nature of calls from my mother were annoying as it is. I thank god for caller id. It was getting particularly annoying this year, both with the frequency and the nature of the calls, so I got fed up and just refused to pick up for her for two weeks. The few actually important tidbits of info I passed on to her through my brother. I finally got back in touch with her, and she was more pleasant, but after the third call I got that day I flipped out and said “please no more thousand calls a day!” She got the hint and has been mostly better behaved since.
When I was a kid, my parents were separated so I would stay at my father’s house every other weekend. My Dad is a chain smoker and had at that time about 12 cats. Needless to say, every weekend I spent with him my eyes and nose would run constantly, my eyes would itch, I would sneeze and sniffle. A few years after I graduated high school and was no longer staying weekend with him he made a comment to the effect of “you sure got colds a lot as a kid”. :smack:
Lol, Bear (gay culture) - Wikipedia , and picture us all in underwear. But you might not want to 
And if it’s surprising to you to hear about a 22-year-old calling Mom each night, look at what happens when I don’t!
No, its because you still do. Its time to start weening her. Cut it back to every other day or something. Time to cut the cord.
That’s not so bad; that’s pretty much what I had come up with on my own.