Last night, I went to the pub for a burger and some well deserved beer. Little J, H and I sat with Little J's mom, D. D got up to leave as a hunky guy in a blue flannel shirt that made his eyes pop sat down across the bar from us.
"Oh my," D said.
"What?" I asked.
"Maybe I won't go." She glanced over at handsome stranger dude.
"Oh?" I checked him out. "I think you should stay. And sit here." I got up and moved down a stool so she could sit right across from him.
Little J tugged at her mother's sweater.
"Mom, it's so hot in here. Take this off."
H and I giggled. D blushed, now in just her tank top.
"I feel like a 12 year old. This is ridiculous. I should leave," she said.
"I think you should go over there, give him your number and tell him that you're only in town a couple days but that you'd love to get together for a drink," I said.
"Are you crazy? I can't do that!"
"C'mon. Let's get Little J a new Daddy!" H said.
Little J, H and I cracked up.
Blue eyed guy across the way kept glancing in our direction. I'm not sure if he was interested in D or trying to figure out why the four of us oggled him.
"All right, then just sit here and look hot," Little J said.
"Maybe we should leave you alone," H suggested.
"I think you should go talk to him," I said.
"Yeah Mom, go get him!" Little J said.
D shriveled in embarrassment.
He finished his beer and left. Probably freaked out by the crazy girls across the way.
"That was hilarious," H said.
"Oh, that made my night," I said.
"I can't believe we did that to your mom," H said. "I could never bring my mom to a bar and encourage her to hit on men."
I pulled my notebook from my purse and scribbled.
What's your relationship with your mom like?
3 years ago