I would not want my first meeting with someone’s mother to be on their deathbed. And as a grown woman, I wouldn’t want my son’s new piece of ass at my deathbed, either.
I definitely was a weirdo who didn’t understand this. Girl I dated for two weeks shared she wasn’t available because of a funeral and my stupid horny ass said, “I can go with you. It’ll be like a date.”
I did it the other way. My grandmother was dying in the hospital and I invited a girl I’d gone on maybe two dates with to the vigil. She was like “uh … no?” and I never heard from her ever again. And rightfully so.
We don’t know how long they’ve been together.
I would not want my first meeting with someone’s mother to be on their deathbed. And as a grown woman, I wouldn’t want my son’s new piece of ass at my deathbed, either.
I definitely was a weirdo who didn’t understand this. Girl I dated for two weeks shared she wasn’t available because of a funeral and my stupid horny ass said, “I can go with you. It’ll be like a date.”
And she had every right to give me a wtf face.
And that’s when I learned time and place.
I did it the other way. My grandmother was dying in the hospital and I invited a girl I’d gone on maybe two dates with to the vigil. She was like “uh … no?” and I never heard from her ever again. And rightfully so.