It was a busy night with a capacity crowd at the bar where the band was playing that night. I knew many of the people there, some went to school with my son (who was the lead singer in the band), others were friends who had attended shows over the years. There were also many people in attendance that I had not seen before. This was going to be a party and an adventure. I love the music, I love to see my son perform and I also love observing the people as they party.
The night went on and I noticed a girl approach my son as he stepped onto the stage for the final set of the evening. He pointed her toward me and she proceeded to head my way. She was tall and beautiful. Her hair was like a flood of waves that cascaded down her back and bounced as she sauntered my way. I thought she was adorable but she did not look familiar at all. Later my son told me she had stepped up and asked, “where is your mother sitting”.
She was wearing a white blouse that had eyelet lace across the top. I love eyelet lace, so I loved her blouse. Her pants were very snug and those shoes were outstandingly gorgeous. It was obvious that she had impeccable taste.
She first asked, “Are you Eric’s mom?” I confirmed that I was, then she continued. She told the story of her achievements in life including the fact that she was now a nurse. It was with great pride that she spoke of all she had accomplished. I was nodding and smiling and wondering why this young lady felt a need to give me such a detailed bio.
She then began to reveal her plans for the future. As it turns out, her plans included me and my son. Specifically, her plan involved marrying my son. She informed me that she knew we were close and that I would have a big influence over him. She said that the two of us should team up and persuade him to marry her. She said, “He has played music long enough, it is time for him to quit that and marry me”. “I have the ability to take care of him and it is something I want to do!” She was employed at the Skin Center and she said that if I agreed to her plan and helped her, she would remove all of my vericose veins and give me regular skin treatments.
I sat there in shock. She stood there waiting for my answer. I had to refuse her offer, my son was not for sale or trade for vericose vein removal. I had no vericose veins, but if she had offered lyposuction, or breast ogmentation, we may have been able to work something out!
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