Hot Mama

As many of you know, my mother and I are very close. Most of the time we seem like girlfriends or sisters rather than mother and child. The fact that she's a wee slip of a thing and darn beautiful often makes people think that we're sisters. Yes, I've been relegated to the ugly sister role. I've learned to cope after many years of...

Classmate: "She's your mom?!"
Me: "Uh.. Yeah."
Classmate: "Really?"
Me: "Yeah. She's my mom."
Classmate: "She's really hot!"
Me: "Uh.. Ok."
Classmate: "I mean, really hot!"
Me: "Thanks?"
Classmate: "She's your mom?"
Me: "YES!"
Classmate: "You look nothing like her.."
Me: "Gee, thanks."

It's also fun watching boys/men your age-- from the time I was 16 on up-- trying to pick up your mom. No, really. It was fun. Ok, funny. Mom always got flustered and oddly offended by the whole experience. And, at some point during it, she would loudly proclaim her age and point to me and say, "She's my daughter!" I would then have to go through the above conversation, only this time with the would-be suitor instead of a classmate.

You would think that this would have destroyed my self-confidence, but it never did. I always knew I was decent-looking and never really wanted anyone chasing after me based on looks alone anyway. To be honest, I never really wanted to be chased. I'm weirdly anti-social like that.

But that's another story.