I’m not a mother. My mother’s gone and so are my grandmothers, and while I have plenty of aunts, I’m not really close to any of them. So I’m not feeling the Mother’s Day love, sorry. Plus, I’ve always put Mother’s Day in that category of greeting card holidays that only exist so that people can make money.
Anyway, I do have a mother’s day story for you. And it is about dating. But it’s kind of a long story and so I’m going to do something I’ve never done before (except for with my “A Guy’s Story’s guest bloggers) and split it in two parts.
It was a couple/few (I do have the crappiest sense of time) years ago. I’d been seeing this guy for a few months and a few weeks before Mother’s Day he mentioned that weekend to me and said that he wanted us to go away for the weekend. He’d been stressed out about his complicated life stuff and he was free that weekend (it was complicated, no need to go into it here).
I pointed out to him that it was Mother’s Day weekend and that my mom would be expecting me to visit. It wasn’t relevant to him because he wasn’t American and his mom didn’t live in the US. But I liked this guy and I have a habit of trying to do whatever I can to make relationships work and the men in my life happy. So I called my mom and told her that I wanted to go away for the weekend with the guy I was dating and would she mind if we celebrated together a week late. She said she was fine with that. And I’m sure she was on one level because she never stopped hoping that one of the assholes I dated would turn into The Guy. But on another level I’m pretty sure she was pissed off.
So time passes and he and I don’t talk about the trip. We were seeing each other a couple/few times a week, so we talked about lots of other things (mostly him and his issues). But since he was the one who said he wanted us to go away, I was leaving it up to him to bring up again. The week before Mother’s Day I asked him what was going on. Were we still doing something that weekend? And he said yes, and that he’d wanted it to be a surprise but then he didn’t get around to planning it. So we had no plans. But that he was going to make plans.
In the end, we ended up heading out to the North Fork. It was a glorious drive on a sunny day with the top down in his convertable (which he went to great lengths to explain to me was special in some specific way that I quickly forgot because I don’t care about cars).
The first few hours of our trip were great. The traffic was light. We were enjoying each other’s company. It really did seem like we were going to have a great weekend.No tags for this post.