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Try and imagine series from WRIT 2-48, Winter '09: Chicago

Try and imagine sitting in a restaurant: the dim lighting, the boiling pots of fondue, and the numerous pointy forks around you. You think to yourself that this would be the perfect restaurant for a date, but the sight of your mother makes it clear that this is anything but a date. You realize, before the cheese fondue is done, that it is more like an interrogation.

You’ve finished visiting colleges in Chicago and your mother thinks it would be a good idea to eat dinner with her old college friend. Your mother calls her friend and carries the conversation as if you weren’t in the hotel room. You stand open-mouthed at some of the comments she makes; she waves her hand as if to dismiss you, all the while giving you that look of Don’t-be-such-a-child mixed with ­I-do-this-because-I-love-you.

So here you sit, across from your mother and her college friend, in between the friend’s two sons. The two are good-looking. Again you think to yourself, perfect restaurant for a date ... if only. One son, the one to your right, is two years younger than you, but the one to your left is your age. We share looks of understanding as our two mothers bombard us with questions of grades, college applications, and the future. You proceed, before the chocolate fondue, to have reality crush the stupid spark in your mind. The subject of relationships comes to the table. The results are as follows: no girlfriend for the younger one, one girlfriend for the other (the one who created that pitiful spark), and of course no boyfriend for you. You figure that the evening has been soaked in embarrassment, so why not continue? You follow up with a joke (which inadvertently answers the question why you don’t have a boyfriend).

 An atom walks into a bar. He sits down at the counter, obviously sad. The bartender asks him what is wrong. The atom replies, “I’ve lost all my electrons.” The bartender responds, “Are you sure?” The atom answers back, “I’m positive.”