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!"
Oedipal eye blinks
suspect object of desire
Homer loves alone.