My mother wishes the best for me. Obviously. I'm her baby and she only wants to see me happy. She especially wants to see me happy with a man. Which lead to the following conversation today:
*ring* *ring*
"This is Donna."
"Hi mom."
"Hi Sweetie."
"I just got the my contacts. Thanks for sending them."
"Oh I'm glad you got them! I was worried that they'd go to the wrong address."
"Nope. All set."
"How's your day going?"
"Fine. Busy. Preparing for New York."
"Uh-huh," then The Donna's voice dropped to a dull whisper, "Did you join eHahmony?" (eHar-mony)
Oh here we go. For whatever reason my mother thinks that eHarmony will solve all of my singledom issues. They must run a LOT of commercials during Num3ers, Cold Case and Grey's Anatomy because she is constantly asking if I've joined yet. And the funny thing is, last Friday I did. I filled out the profile thing and answered their deluge of questions ("Do you prefer to place blame on your partner when things go wrong?" or "Are there times when you just cannot deal?") I just couldn't bring myself to joining. Something inside of me told me to stop and not click "ACCEPT". I really think that I cannot go through another dating site where all of the guys are complete idiots.
"No Mom. I haven't yet."
"WHY NOT?!"
"Mom-"
"You know I'll pay for it."
"Mom, it's $200 to join for a year."
"Ok. I'll pay the bill."
"Mom-"
"How do you know what's out there until you try?"
"Mom. I've been dating for a while. I've seen what's out there. It's not much."
"Come on Lee-SAH. Where's your sense of adventure?"
"It died."
The conversation ended with my mother hemming and hawing about now I absolutely MUST join eHah-mony. I told her we'd talk about it later.
Make no mistake about it. I am looking for a suitable guy to date. And part of me says "Why the hell not" but the other part of me would rather have a root canal without Novocaine than sit through yet another bad date with a guy who could potentially whip out his free gas card.
Thoughts?