This is why talking my mother is disasterous...
She always brings up my dating status, no matter what we are talking about. I'm single, and will remain so until I find a good guy to be with. However, my mother seems to think she can just set me up with people because she thinks they are cute. It's mortifying.
It's no secret that I have a crush on asian guys (um, HELLO? Tora? Hiroto? RUKI? EFFING TABLO? COME ON!) and my mother takes that into account when looking for guys to smack me together with:
My mom: Hi, what nationality are you?
Random guy: Um, i'm Japanese; why?
My mom: Great! You see, my daughter has a fascination with men from your country...are you single by any chance?
Random Guy: *creeped out* That's nice... but I have a girlfriend (he was clearly lying, but I don't blame him for doing that-- i'd lie too if I was in his shoes)
My Mom: *disappointed* Oh. well, thanks anyway. *walks away*
Me: *absolutely mortifyed* I am so sorry about that (lots of bowing and apologies before I scurried away wishing the freaking sidewalk would swallow me WHOLE)
*Headdesk*
WHY?! WHY ME!
I still love her though, even though she constantly has my iPod on display for any poor unsuspecting Chinese, Korean or Japanese soul that happens across her path.
Late thursday evening, after choir rehersal:
Me: I'm hungry.
My Mom: Shut up, you can eat later.
a few minutes pass...
Me: Boy I would sure love some food right about now....
My Mom: *clearly irritated* FINE we will stop somewhere and feed you alright? NOW SHUT THE HELL UP
Me: *grinning* Ok.
another few mintues pass.
My Mom: I'm thirsty. Paul, get me something to drink.
Mr. Paul: *sigh* pulls over to a chicken and lake trout spot
My Mom: *puts her hand out* Money please.
Mr. Paul: *sigh* Here. *hands over 15 dollars*
inside the store...
My Mom; Ok, since you couldn't wait till we got home, what do you want to eat?
Me: Chicken.
My Mom: Obviously.
while placing the order....
My Mom: What are you listening to?
Me: *has her music up so loud that she doesn't hear a word*
My Mom: ERICKA WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO?! *waving her arms in front of my face*
Me: Super Junior; Why I like you.
My Mom: Who?
Me: *sigh*
My Mom: is it in English?
Me: No.
My Mom: is it Chinese?
Me: *sigh* No.
My Mom: is it Japanese?
Me: NO.
My Mom: What is it then?
Me: Korean.
Leaning over the counter, she beckons to the woman behind the glass...
My Mom: Excuse me, but what nationality are you?
Woman: Huh?
My Mom: What nationality are you; what country are you from?
Woman: OH! I'm Korean
My Mom: REALLY? *grabs my iPod* Well do you understand this? My daughter listens to this all the time and I don't know what they are saying...
Woman: *confused* Okay... *looks at the screen* WOAH, this is in Korean! Let me listen, let me listen! *grabs my earbud*
My Mom: So do you know who they are?
Woman: *singing and isn't really paying much attention* Hmm? Oh yeah, this is Super Junior. I know them
*excited* what else do you have on here?
Me: SHINee, Epik High, Clazziquai, Jisun, Lee Minwoo, Humming Urban Stereo, 2PM, Wonder Girls, Sori...
Woman: *all smiles now* That's great that you have an interest in our music.
Me: yeah! *sigh*
See? this is what I have to go through, lol.
It's no secret that I have a crush on asian guys (um, HELLO? Tora? Hiroto? RUKI? EFFING TABLO? COME ON!) and my mother takes that into account when looking for guys to smack me together with:
My mom: Hi, what nationality are you?
Random guy: Um, i'm Japanese; why?
My mom: Great! You see, my daughter has a fascination with men from your country...are you single by any chance?
Random Guy: *creeped out* That's nice... but I have a girlfriend (he was clearly lying, but I don't blame him for doing that-- i'd lie too if I was in his shoes)
My Mom: *disappointed* Oh. well, thanks anyway. *walks away*
Me: *absolutely mortifyed* I am so sorry about that (lots of bowing and apologies before I scurried away wishing the freaking sidewalk would swallow me WHOLE)
*Headdesk*
WHY?! WHY ME!
I still love her though, even though she constantly has my iPod on display for any poor unsuspecting Chinese, Korean or Japanese soul that happens across her path.
Late thursday evening, after choir rehersal:
Me: I'm hungry.
My Mom: Shut up, you can eat later.
a few minutes pass...
Me: Boy I would sure love some food right about now....
My Mom: *clearly irritated* FINE we will stop somewhere and feed you alright? NOW SHUT THE HELL UP
Me: *grinning* Ok.
another few mintues pass.
My Mom: I'm thirsty. Paul, get me something to drink.
Mr. Paul: *sigh* pulls over to a chicken and lake trout spot
My Mom: *puts her hand out* Money please.
Mr. Paul: *sigh* Here. *hands over 15 dollars*
inside the store...
My Mom; Ok, since you couldn't wait till we got home, what do you want to eat?
Me: Chicken.
My Mom: Obviously.
while placing the order....
My Mom: What are you listening to?
Me: *has her music up so loud that she doesn't hear a word*
My Mom: ERICKA WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO?! *waving her arms in front of my face*
Me: Super Junior; Why I like you.
My Mom: Who?
Me: *sigh*
My Mom: is it in English?
Me: No.
My Mom: is it Chinese?
Me: *sigh* No.
My Mom: is it Japanese?
Me: NO.
My Mom: What is it then?
Me: Korean.
Leaning over the counter, she beckons to the woman behind the glass...
My Mom: Excuse me, but what nationality are you?
Woman: Huh?
My Mom: What nationality are you; what country are you from?
Woman: OH! I'm Korean
My Mom: REALLY? *grabs my iPod* Well do you understand this? My daughter listens to this all the time and I don't know what they are saying...
Woman: *confused* Okay... *looks at the screen* WOAH, this is in Korean! Let me listen, let me listen! *grabs my earbud*
My Mom: So do you know who they are?
Woman: *singing and isn't really paying much attention* Hmm? Oh yeah, this is Super Junior. I know them
*excited* what else do you have on here?
Me: SHINee, Epik High, Clazziquai, Jisun, Lee Minwoo, Humming Urban Stereo, 2PM, Wonder Girls, Sori...
Woman: *all smiles now* That's great that you have an interest in our music.
Me: yeah! *sigh*
See? this is what I have to go through, lol.