Dinner for 4

My mom emailed me today about going to dinner with her and my dad for their anniversary.  She's been loving coming into the city to visit, and after her last visit, decided that my father needed to try Rick Bayless's Frontera.  So she called and made reservations at 6pm for four.  Four.

Let me share a little something friends, I am an only child.  Judge away, and make any comments you want about being spoiled, ungrateful...whatever.  This is important information in that 1+1+1=3, not four.  Apparently my mother is also ready for me to date.

When I inquired "Ma, exactly who is this 4th mystery person?", she responded with "Well, November is a long time away. ;)".  Yes, my mother threw a wink face at me.  She has NO IDEA that means DTF...a lesson I learned courtesy of OKC.  Or maybe she does, and she's trying to get me to come around to the idea of sex with strangers.

Either way, I was hit this morning with the realization that my mother thinks I should be in a relationship by now.  And while I started this journey a week in advance of her innuendo (preemptive strike?), it still kind of bothers me.  I have friends that are in their mid-thirties that are not anywhere close to being ready to settle down.  I mean, c'mon...Sex and the City were in their 40's. 

I think we all want to find someone to share lazy Sundays with, but the more we're pressured and the faster we try to do it, the worse the decisions are that we make.  Mom and I are going to have a come to Jesus meeting, because this can't continue.  Nothing comes more quickly when you force it, and god knows I'm not the needy type.  I do like dating, but I'd rather be single than stuck in a shitty relationship to appease someone else.  Been there, and I barely made it off the edge once.