Mom: Who are you texting?
Oh dear. I had been caught.
Telling my mom that I had given my phone number to someone I met on The Internet was sure to be a disaster. I braced myself for a lecture on how everyone on Myspace is a rapist. Don’t I watch Dateline?
Mom: Monica? I don’t know a Monica…
Crap. Here we go.
Me: Monica. I met her on The Internet.
Mom: Monica? From The Internet? That comments on your blog? Oh, I like her. She’s funny. You know how you can just tell someone’s a good person? I get that from Monica.
Me: Mom, chill out, Monica is NOT going to rape me- Wait. What?
Mom: I like Monica. She’s funny.
Who on earth are you? My mom being down with The Internet coming to life? Never would have thought she’d be so progressive.
Mom: Do you think she knows Jesus?
Ah, there’s the mom I know and love.
You read that correctly. My very first “I only know you through The Internet but I think you’re absolutely fabulous” lunch. Moncia and The GF are wonderful, charming, and funny. Every bit as fabulous as my mom and I thought she would be.
The ONLY bad part about our lunch date was that I couldn’t keep them. Thankfully, I got pictures…