Three days ago I go to a restaurant to meet ..conditionally: *Alex*, on photos he was a macho against a sunset, but in walks something in a deer sweater. And fine if he was alone, but behind him floats a woman with a beehive hairdo saying hello I’m Roza Markovna, *Alex’s* mom, we’re dining together.
.....Uhmmm....I’m sitting there with a twitching eye while Roza Markovna interrogates me about my hemoglobin and if I know how to cook proper borscht without frying. *Alex* remains silent eating his mash, occasionally nodding to his mom like yeah mommy she’s okay but her eyebrows are too thick.
I listened to this circus for five minutes then said I need to go to the bathroom for a fresh dose of common sense and just escaped through the back door!
Dating adventures are fun but next time I’m demanding a certificate of mom-absence within a kilometer radius. Love is blind but Roza Markovna is blinder hahaha