Mummy or Daughter????

Dating in LA is SO freaking wierd.... my mom and I are carbon copies of each other and have been since my birth. So much so strangers actually FREAK out in random bathrooms and bars. Tonight just exemplified what I have know, and brought it into our faces without want now that we are on the same playing field of love.... I remember the day that my mom pointed out that I was not a little girl anymore by the way the grown me were checking me out.

My mom and I are the best of friends and unlikely as it seems we have never been on the same competitive dating field until now.

One knows she is getting old when she has to do the math to discover if her beau is closer to her mothers age or hers. Men in their 40's have previously fallen into my mother's dating category but as times change, they become my prime candidates too. It is all getting so muttled.

Thus brings us to where we find ourselves tonight.... too late to catch the sold our drama at the local theatre, mummy and I make our way to dear ol' El Torito where we she makes friends with a handsome and slightly older Mexican in my absence to the bathroom. He sends her a drink, but wait, he can not believe the similarity between the two of us. Wow. He smooozes us both. He even has the nerve to ask us both out. That is when I tell him in my raspy voice that he should be asking her, all the while advising her to only give him her phone number and leave the rest up to him.

At this point I realize that I have to loan all of my dating books to my mom.... what not to divulge on the first few dates, etc.... We all do shots yet I keep this guys stare under lock and key and mami lets loose.

It's been a while.... She will learn. We leave the place after she tells him how loaded we will one day be and I tell her how absolutely important it is to NOT tell strangers that!

The whole way home she rants to herself how only her blood relatives will get her money and I fantasize about getting laid properly.....

We all have our priorities...