Sep 29 2008
Twin Daughters/Different Mothers - Past in Polaroids 8
We look alike, don’t we?
“M” was one of my brother’s many girlfriends - and like most of them, there’s a story associated with her. Her and my mother, to be specific.
The Golden Child met M. at the local roller rink. Remember roller skating in the 1980’s? The Golden Child was a “skate guard”. He got paid to skate around and yell at people who weren’t disco enough following rules. He met her when he was 16 - he may have just turned 17 - I remember it was the year I was away at school.
My parents Dad loved her. Dad was thrilled that The Golden Child was dating a middle-eastern girl instead of the dorky blond bimbo. My mother (who would never like any girl that her son was dating) was tolerant of this sweet young woman who loved to cook and would help out in the kitchen.
Since I wasn’t around at the time, I’m not certain of the types of conversations that my parents had with M. I mean, the usual, “What school do you go to?” and “What classes are you taking?” - y’know, the types of questions that are mandatory for parents interrogating getting to know your date. I do know that one day, my mother called me in a complete and utter snit.
Mom: “You know that girl The Golden Child is dating? The one your Dad thinks walks on water? The one that he met at work?”
The Hotfessional: “You’ve told me about her, Mom. Her name is “M”, right? She’s Arabian or something?”
Mom: “Yes! That’s the one. Guess when her birthday is.” (Hmmmm. There’s 366 possibilities here Mom…so I take a wild-ass guess.)
The Hotfessional: “November 14th.” (My dear Mother’s birthday)
Mom: “No, May 6th!”
The Hotfessional: “Hey, that’s cool.” (My birthday)
Mom: “No, it’s not Ree. It’s not cool at all.” (Her voice is getting really high up on the scale)
The Hotfessional: “Why not Mom? What’s the matter?” (Wondering if I should get someone to go next door and dial 9-1-1 and send them to my house.)
Mom: “Guess what year!!!” (Oh mah holy hell people…)
The Hotfessional: “Mom. I don’t know what year. What year was she born? 1963?” (1963 being the year I was born, and therefore making M. two years older than The Golden Child and sufficiently old enough, in my Mom’s eyes, to make her his “Mrs. Robinson”)
Mom: “Nine-teen-fifty-nine!” (The year my mother graduated from High School - this really is The Golden Child’s Mrs. Robinson!)
Ha! and Snort! M. was eight six* years older than my brother. She was older than me! She was older than any boyfriend I’d dared to bring home.
I couldn’t believe that they’d managed to hide the fact that not only was she not a fellow eleventh-grader, but she could have gotten a Bachelor’s and a Master’s degree in the time since she marched to Pomp & Circumstance in the gym at John Glenn High.
Mom freaked and Dad sulked. The Golden Child and M. cooled it for a bit, although she still visited occasionally. When I came home from school that summer, I met M. and understood how she had captivated everyone with her personality. Cute and witty, she and I became friends and started hanging out.
At some point, whether it was because of The Golden Child’s continued dating of that dorky blond bimbo (who, by the way, he later ended up marrying) or my own marriage, M and I lost contact. I can’t even remember her last name, or I’d try to find her to see how her life turned out.
—- And honestly, I’d take HER or the Blond bimbo over the woman The Golden Child is married to now. Sigh. —-
*Edited thanks to the math professor lurker. Sigh again. Snort.
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HAHAHA!!!! Eight years older, huh? Why she was a regular cradle-robber! LOL! (My hubby is eight years older than I am. Guess I’m glad my parents were a little more relaxed in their dating rules. ‘Course, I was 23 and out of college by the time I started dating him.)
Shellys last blog post..Twilight
Oh, snap. What’s the big deal? All that matters is how they treat one another.
I love your past in polaroids.
See you got the latest CommentLuv, go you!
witchypoos last blog post..Aftermath
She’s certainly cute. But then again, you both are.
Congrats on introducing me to the word “snit”. I’d have used “tizzy”.
Solomon@ThingsI’mGratefulFors last blog post..Things I’m Grateful For on Sunday 28 September
So, the Golden Child was a sneaky little bastard, eh? I knew it.
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Coo, coo, ca-choo, Mrs. Mid-East Girl … Golden Child loves you more than his ma-maaaay. Hey, hey, hey …
She really does look like you were separated at birth.
some time reader, first time commenter…if her being born in 1963
made her 2 years older than your brother, wouldn’t being born 4 years earlier in 1959 make her 6 years older?
i came here via sarah o.’s blog…i’m the guy who teaches math at marshall.
ROFLMAO!!! and it was just from “hear” your mother and the Audacity in her voice while she was talking to you!!!!!
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I meant “hearing”
Wbppsh7s last blog post..Camera, Pictures, Develop
I am eight years older (well, almost 9) than my hubby and his sister hated me for a time.
That is funny. Shame you lost her as a bud, sounds lovely.
I would like her, I think.
The polaroids are killing me, as I have a few that I want to scan at home (an entire box full of ‘em).
I have to scan one tonight and do a post of me as trailer park chickie - it’s seriously scary fun.
Melissa from Pittsburghs last blog post..3 Posts in One
I simply MUST know if you had pom-poms on your skates. All of us cool kids did. But the really cool ones? They had a big bouquet of pom-poms (like 5 or 6) and looked like their skates had sprouted tumors.
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Ohh my….that’s crazy…your mom sounds like mine!!!
Carries last blog post..House Story
LOL now that is some funny stuff!
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lol - I love that your mother rang you with the hot news!!!
jeanies last blog post..Dusty Gal
All I can think is, “Why can’t I look that much younger than I am…?”.
My birthday is May 9, 1963. For some reason it makes me extremely happy to point out that you are THREE DAYS older than me. heh heh heh
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Now I’m going to be singing Mrs. Robinson all night. I suppose Middle Eastern couldn’t trump almost Middle Aged? Hee!
Dingos last blog post..Rainy Days and Mondays
hahahahahah “nine-teen-fifty-nine!” I can hear that coming out of your mom’s mouth. Hilarious. I’m taking notes so I know what to do when my son is dating OLDER women.
Hyphen Mamas last blog post..Just Call Me Blanch
I am five years older than Mr. Dizzy, and the only time the age difference is noticeable is when someone else points it out.
She looks like a neat person - - I hope someday you get the chance to reconnect and renew your friendship!
Liz J in Central Illinoiss last blog post..Back Soon
She sounds like she was MUCH nicer than the blond bimbo.
Veronicas last blog post..And then, everything went black
Woo wooo. You were hawt!
‘here’s to you Mrs. Robinson…’
Nov 6th is my mom’s birthday too and Princess’ birthday is Nov 18th. You Nov babies rock!!!
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SKATE GUARD!? You MUST find pictures of this.
The Over-Thinkers last blog post..My 6 Addictions (dammit, Hillary)
Ach, the skating rink. Ours was Skate 98. It was on Route 98, hence the uber-clever name. I second the overthinker. You have to post some pics of the skate guard.
Pamelas last blog post..it all started with an innocent trip to the midwife, and also a LAUNDRY TREE GIVEAWAY
I see two lovely young ladies; what’s the big deal…?
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I was that mother, unfortunately. When my daughter was 17 she brought home a boyfriend who was 24. I did not take it very well at all. She wound up leaving home between her junior and senior year of high school to live with him in his mother’s basement. Somehow just not what I envisioned for my daughter. But, here it is 16 years later and she is still with him, married for 10 years and they have a very cute little boy who is 6 years old.
Karens last blog post..Autumn On The North Rim
hmm… 8 years older at say… 25 or 30 maybe is one thing. When brother is 17 & 25? Thats a bit odd. Really cute picture of you both tho. I think I had hair like that.
monstergirlees last blog post..Leaf Me Alone (part 2)
I HATE it when people don’t marry the person I choose for them. So inconsiderate and really stupid. Mr. D, incidentally, is 8 years my senior and his family didn’t like that much either.
melissas last blog post..Lookin’ for some hot stuff
When I was 17, I was sort-of-casually-dating a 21-year-old. He was younger than his years. But still, my mom was not pleased. She tried to hide it and be “cool” about it, but I knew her too well.
barbras last blog post..Time Alone with The Boy
Ahhhh - the older woman syndrome. Eeeehhh - what can you do. Too bad he didn’t stay with her tho, somehow, it seems like you still would have smacked him upside the head regardless
I still think age is relative. When I was 16, my boyfriend was 25. That didn’t go over too well with my father. My mother - well that was a whole different story *LOL*