A Young Man's Fancy

Ok, so this past Monday morning, not the previous Monday where he was mowed down by a hit-and-run driver who the police are doing nothing to apprehend, but THIS past Monday, my son Thing 1 walks into my office and plops down on the sofa while I'm busy working at reading various message boards and blogs and ignoring the pile of paperwork that is taking over my desk.  So he sits there for a few minutes, saying nothing and it finally occurs to me that he's not sitting there to provide companionship in the minutes before he leaves for school.  I realize that he wants to talk to me, his mommy.  The majority of talks in our family take place in my office, for some reason.  I think it's the sofa.  Even Thing 1's cronies head straight to the sofa when they want to talk or ask advice while I sit in my desk chair, feeling all therapist-like.  I need to get a clipboard and pad of paper to have on hand for these moments.  "Tell me how you FEEL."

Anyway, I swivel my chair around to face him and say, "You look like there's something you want to talk about" and he has this self-conscious grin on his face and nods.  And I'm expecting something about how he needs even more $$$ for school or something but what he tells me just about knocks me over with a feather.

"Mom" he says, "I want you to know that as of Saturday, I'm officially seeing someone" and he sits there all nervous and I say, "Oh."  The last time Thing 1 had a "girlfriend" was in 6th grade and he's shown no further interest since then because he's been focused on his motorcycle racing career and a girlfriend would just be a distraction.

I ask him who because as far as I knew, the only girl that he's shown much interest in is the younger sister of his best friend who told him there is no way in hell he will allow Kevin to even go near his sister and it turned into a running joke and fun to watch Adam froth at the mouth at the thought of his little sister dating one of his friends.


Anyway.  I ask Kevin who he's seeing and once again, he manages to surprise me.  He's seeing a girl who pursued him to the point of stalking their Junior year and he got all freaked out by her "attentions" and blocked her number from his phone and let her know he WAS NOT INTERESTED and to please leave him alone.  That's his new girlfriend.  I guess she finally wore him down.  Once upon a time, I used the same ploy to pursue the object of my affections and I finally got him so I kind of like her already.


We have a mature, serious talk about his new relationship (do NOT make me a grandmother any time soon!) and then he has to leave for school.  As he's walking away, he stops and gives me a puzzled look and I, who know my son, say, "You're thrown off because I didn't react the way you expected, right?" and he's all "Yeah, I thought you'd get be all, "My little boy! and squeal and make a big deal out of it and embarrass me" and I'm all, "No, I'm saving that for when you bring her home to meet the family.  Duh."


Oh, and he says, "You're probably gonna run to the computer and blog about this as soon as I leave, aren't you?" and I'm all, "What?  No!  Are you kidding?" as I study my cuticles and look everywhere except at him.  


Please.  Does he not know me after 18 years?  OF COURSE I would blog about it.  But I did show restraint and waited several days instead of the minute he left for school.  And I also showed remarkable restraint by not running out the door after him when she picked him up last night.  Kevin said he's not ready to introduce us yet.  I have no idea why.


Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go find all the pictures of him taken during the period when he was "Naked Boy" and would run around the house wearing nothing but a red cape.

She'll want to see them.  It'll be a bonding moment for us.