I felt guilty… I’m not sure why. I expected him to think poorly of me for saying yes, but I wasn’t going to lie to him.
“I do. I know that it’s silly, but I still keep hoping at nearly twenty-four years old that she’s suddenly going to change and want to be my mother.”
“It’s not silly. It’s what we all want. I can identify with your pain.” I raised an eyebrow.
“Was your mother a pole dancer too?” I asked, jokingly. He smiled.
“No, but she wasn’t motherly at all. She was a stereotypical Orange County housewife. My father was a successful businessman and he worked a lot of hours. My mother spent time playing tennis and heading up charities and lunching with her friends; she didn’t have the time or the patience for a rambunctious toddler. I had a nanny until I was old enough
