“Yes… ah- I don’t consider myself aggressive… I just… I like her.” Heat billowed up my neck, and I reached to scratch the back of my head as I faltered slightly. I’d never met any of my ‘girlfriend’s’ parents; there was just never any potential in those relationships for anything that warranted such a leap.
Abby and I hadn’t even gone on a proper date yet, but here I was- being interrogated by her mother. And it was awkward as f**k.
“Aren’t you just the cutest? You know, I always thought Trevor was a bit of a limp noodle, myself- all around. You seem very well put together, Dennis. What do you do for a living? Do you live by yourself?” I almost choked on that little, unneeded tidbit of information, and I shook my head before reaching to adjust my glasses. May seemed so serious; as if she
