My son came home yesterday grinning guilelessly as he described his friend's girlfriend. Apparently this paragon Amazon has passed the 'meet my gang' test. Tagging behind me as I cleared the laundry from the radiators into his innocent arms, he detailed her extraordinary attributes one by one.
When he announced that her favourite TV station is ESPN, I paused. My eyebrow elicited the exasperated explanation, that it's only the station that shows all the US games my son is currently obsessed with. Aaah... such exciting synchrony.
As he chattered on, I reminisced about teenage years and first love and that lethal maze that was adolescent romance; the twists and turns that directed the odyssey between heartbreak and bliss.
I came out of my reverie just as he admitted, "I wish I'd met her first!"
Indeed.
Oedipal eye blinks
suspect object of desire
Homer loves alone.


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At least she won't have to teach him how to do the laundry!