Somewhere along the line my son Jason turned into an arrogant prick. I guess it started when he got onto the basketball team at his high school. He was pretty good looking and athletic I noticed he had lots of different girls around all the time. They called and texted his cell at all hours and sent him flirty messages on Facebook --I know because I monitored his Facebook account and cell phone. I'm a good mom and it's my job to know what's going on in his life. The arrogance got really bad during his senior year after he turned eighteen. He started walking around our apartment like he owned the place, and giving me lip when I wanted to see his phone. At first I cut him some slack, I thought he was just going through a phase. His dad was not a part of his life, and I figured he just lacked positive male role models, but his swaggering macho bullshit was really getting under my skin.
When I was nineteen, my family went to a costume party. I had always thought those were lame, and I wasn't looking forward to wearing a costume. So I was going to hide somewhere and wait the party out. But when we got to our friends' house, there were already a ton of people there. It looked like the whole neighborhood showed up. I groaned inwardly and went inside with my parents and my older sister. She was two years older than me, and was kind of a health nut. She was always watching what she ate, and she probably had the best body I had ever seen because of it. She wore this big tiger suit to the party, which was way too big for her. She could barely get around, and the mask was huge, she looked like a giant stuffed doll.
These are some gorgeous plants. They almost look artificial, they are so perfect. Click, click, click, click
I had chatted with Rhonda for a couple of weeks online, and after a couple of phone chats we decided to meet up at a restaurant. I had started this process with a few other women, but in a couple cases I chickened out; in one case, I met the woman, we had a nice dinner and talk and then went our separate ways. Rhonda wasn't going to let me chicken out, that's for sure. We set the time of our meeting and she texted me several times that day.