"You want me to WHAT, Tim?" I asked, not sure I had heard my son correctly. He took in a deep breath before repeating himself. It had taken him almost an hour of awkward pauses and beating around the bush to ask me in the first place.
"Could you go with me to my friend Brad's party tomorrow... as my date?" He asked again, looking anxiously at my reaction. I was speechless for a moment. After being divorced from my husband for almost two years now, I was getting used to dating again, but certainly never expected this. Since the divorce and his older sister moving out, it had been just the two of us for awhile. Tim was a sophomore at the local university. He seemed to have an ok dating life, although he had recently broken up with his girlfriend of the last year, which I knew had been hard on him. The party in question was being thrown by a classmate of his, whose parents owned a mansion and were out of town on vacation.
Finally getting over my speechlessness, I asked, "Why on earth would you want to take your own mother as your date?"
"I know it sounds weird," he quickly continued, "but no one who will be there knows you and..." he paused, "I just don't want Mandi to see me there alone." he finally said. "I know it's only been a month since we broke up, but I don't want her to think I can't get over her."
My heart went out to him, but not enough to buy into this crazy plan of his. "But sweetie," I said, "wouldn't you rather try and go with some pretty girl your own age?"
"Mom, you're hotter than most of the girls I go to school with," he said sincerely. "You barely look over 30. Mandi and everyone else will just think I've gotten myself a hot older girlfriend." I blushed a bit at his compliment. At 42, I still had a body I could be proud of. My brunette hair hung silkily to just under my shoulder blades. I worked hard to keep in shape, although my butt had resisted all my efforts to take weight off of it. I even had gotten a boob job when I was still married to his father. I decided it could be fun, going to a college party, fooling people into thinking I was my son's new girlfriend, and hopefully make that Mandi girl jealous in the process.
"Ok..." I finally said, "I'll do it. You better start calling me Allison until tomorrow. Wouldn't want to slip up and call me Mom at the party."
"Thanks so much Mo... Allison." He exclaimed, giving me a big hug.
"You're welcome baby," I replied, kissing him on the cheek. "I'm going up my room to pick an outfit for tomorrow."
"Oh Mo... Allison," he called as I was leaving the room, "theres gonna be a pool there too, so bring a bathing suit if you want."
"Could you go with me to my friend Brad's party tomorrow... as my date?" He asked again, looking anxiously at my reaction. I was speechless for a moment. After being divorced from my husband for almost two years now, I was getting used to dating again, but certainly never expected this. Since the divorce and his older sister moving out, it had been just the two of us for awhile. Tim was a sophomore at the local university. He seemed to have an ok dating life, although he had recently broken up with his girlfriend of the last year, which I knew had been hard on him. The party in question was being thrown by a classmate of his, whose parents owned a mansion and were out of town on vacation.
Finally getting over my speechlessness, I asked, "Why on earth would you want to take your own mother as your date?"
"I know it sounds weird," he quickly continued, "but no one who will be there knows you and..." he paused, "I just don't want Mandi to see me there alone." he finally said. "I know it's only been a month since we broke up, but I don't want her to think I can't get over her."
My heart went out to him, but not enough to buy into this crazy plan of his. "But sweetie," I said, "wouldn't you rather try and go with some pretty girl your own age?"
"Mom, you're hotter than most of the girls I go to school with," he said sincerely. "You barely look over 30. Mandi and everyone else will just think I've gotten myself a hot older girlfriend." I blushed a bit at his compliment. At 42, I still had a body I could be proud of. My brunette hair hung silkily to just under my shoulder blades. I worked hard to keep in shape, although my butt had resisted all my efforts to take weight off of it. I even had gotten a boob job when I was still married to his father. I decided it could be fun, going to a college party, fooling people into thinking I was my son's new girlfriend, and hopefully make that Mandi girl jealous in the process.
"Ok..." I finally said, "I'll do it. You better start calling me Allison until tomorrow. Wouldn't want to slip up and call me Mom at the party."
"Thanks so much Mo... Allison." He exclaimed, giving me a big hug.
"You're welcome baby," I replied, kissing him on the cheek. "I'm going up my room to pick an outfit for tomorrow."
"Oh Mo... Allison," he called as I was leaving the room, "theres gonna be a pool there too, so bring a bathing suit if you want."