It was a frustrating night for both of us, but even more so for me since my Mom wasn’t hesitant about telling me “I told you so.” Before we went to bed we agreed we’d revamp our approach before we went out again the following night. And the one time she actually talked with a guy long enough where there was some traction about hooking up, he wasn’t shy about telling us both how fucked up we were. But for the first time in a while, I was pissed off at my Mom. But I felt like I couldn’t just let you get away with it. I noticed a favorable ratio of men to women, so I thought that it was possible this might be the place we find a guy for my Mom for the night. After a nice Italian dinner we retreated back to our hotel room to develop a game-plan for the night.
