crapshoot love

chatting with my mother about the impending departure of my roommate, i brought up that i’m hunting for a new roommate even though i’m pretty much over the roommate situation. the ensuing conversation is just one small indicator explaining my cautious optimism regarding love:

M: “do you really have to get a roommate?”
m: “yeah, i can almost afford it but not quite yet”
M: “well you could always get married…”
m: *pausing for a moment*
m: “mother i can’t even get a date, i don’t even think about married.”
M: “eh, just order one. it’s all a crapshoot anyway.”

yup. this is the woman who raised me. explains more than a few things i’d guess.

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