"No, Mom, I won't stalk celebritys' eligible children..."
You know, when Benji Schwimmer came by Glenn's studio (he was the winner of the first 'so you think you can dance' contest, I believe, and the son of Buddy Schwimmer), my mother began hinting around to my sister (also a very good dancer) and inquiring if he was cute or not. I've just finished the first of the five Neil Gaiman books that I received for Christmas ('American Gods', which I'd already read, but several years ago and in a rushed sort of way) and was telling my mother how much I liked the author. When she heard that Neil Gaiman wasn't much older than she was she immediately asked me if he was married.
"Mom... He has a son about my age. I've seen his graduation pictures."
"... ... Is he married?"
Not that this isn't proper daydream material, much like the idea of prince charming and glass slippers, ect., but... still... ... I think the only thing to do is fasten on an expression of bemusement and carry on with my books and my life. After all, she'd try to set me up with random people at church and in libraries, too..
"Mom... He has a son about my age. I've seen his graduation pictures."
"... ... Is he married?"
Not that this isn't proper daydream material, much like the idea of prince charming and glass slippers, ect., but... still... ... I think the only thing to do is fasten on an expression of bemusement and carry on with my books and my life. After all, she'd try to set me up with random people at church and in libraries, too..