So my oldest has his first girlfriend. Honestly, in today’s day and age, I have no idea what this means. I suspect it just means they’ll text a lot and change their Facebook status to “in a relationship.”
However, being the fab, meddling mother than I am, I insisted my boy take his girlfriend on a date.
“And make sure you let her pick the movie,” I added.
Basically, I’m going to train my son to be the best boyfriend ever…or at least not make his girlfriend watch hockey on TV.
My oldest said, “Are you going to blog about this?”
“There isn’t anything really blog worthy about going to a movie…unless you grope her boob during the movie. Are you planning on groping her boob?”
“No. But I could say I did if you think it’ll make for a better blog.”
See, my kids want the reality tv show as much as I do.
As I was driving the boy to the movie theatre, I attempted to make polite conversation.
“So will you put your arm around her?”
“Will you makeout during the movie?”
“Well, you shouldn’t do that though because the other people will get annoyed.”
I should point out that all the while I was trying to prep him for his big night, he was texting the girl. I suspect the date had very minimal conversation and the cute couple just texted each other.
When I was stopped in front of the movie theatre, a little emotional that my first born, my big boy, was going on his first date, my mind raced searching for the perfect words.
Before I could utter them, the boy left the van and walked away.
I refrained from calling out, “…and keep it in your pants. It’s only the first date!”
I’m such a good mother.
I did, however, hang out of the window and shout, “I love you! Have fun!”
He didn’t answer back, but it’s probably because he was excited to see his girlfriend…new love and all of that.
If you haven’t read it yet, I posted over at In the Powder Room, the title of the post: The Tooth Fairy is a Bitch…I thought the title was catchy…