I gave her a disapproving look. “I didn’t exactly mean to go on an unplanned trip to Afghanistan, Mom.”
“Well,” she waved her hand at me dismissively. “At any rate, how was it?”
“Hot.” I deadpanned.
“Yes, well, Afghanistan is typically that way. Meet any cute guys while you were there?”
I raised my eyebrow. “You’re worried about grandkids?”
“Never too early to settle down, sweetheart!”
“Oh yes it is too early. I still have baby teeth.”
“Oh, dear. Stop exaggerating! I thought with that Jacob fellow, I would get some grandbabies to spoil.”
“Not anytime soon, Mom.”
She pouted at me, “So no cute guys, I venture?”
“No, there were no-” I trail off as Leviticus enters my mind.
Maybe if I bait her a little bit she’ll stop asking me about Jacob?
Instantly, I come up with a plan. “Well, actually,” I begin again, trailing off, this time for effect.
Mom’s eyes light up. “Ooh, who is it? Is he cute? Do you like him? What does he look like?”
“His name is Leviticus. He’s cute. I don’t know if I like him yet, and he looks....safe.”
Mom’s eyebrows furrow. “Safe? You’ve never been into the safe type.”
“I figured that if I haven’t found anyone un-safe yet, that I’d better move my strategy.”
“Good point. Well, let me know how that goes. Has he asked you out yet?”
“No. I just met him, Mom!”
“Well, I’m sure he will soon.” She smiled at me, a glint in her eyes.
I gave her a ‘don’t you dare’ look. “Mom, don’t meddle into my life.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, dear!” But even as she said this, I felt like I had just made a mistake.