So, I'm in my room Sunday afternoon reading Bonk when my mother comes in and hands me her phone. "Call your grandmother." she says. Don't get me wrong, I love my grandma very much, but I didn't have any idea what we would talk about. Besides, I was still kinda miffed at her for making my mom cry. However, I obliged my mother, and called. The conversation was full of about twenty awkward pauses and these wonderful comments from my grandmother:
Grandma: "So, do you have a boyfriend?"
Me: "No, I don't."
GM: "Why not?"
Me: "I don't really want one, Grandma. I'm focusing on school(which is really a lie, but how do you tell your grandmother you don't want to date anyone because you seem to have misplaced you emotions?)
GM: "Oh...school, huh? (she thinks I'm lying.)
Me: "Yes, if I want to go to grad school, that should be my first priority. (I don't even know if I want to go to grad school.)
GM: "hmm..How old are you, anyway?"
Me: "I'm twenty, Grandma."
GM: "Oh, wow...you're getting on up there, aren't you?"
Me: "-unenthusiastic chuckle- I guess so."
Well, if that doesn't make me feel like I should be married and popping out babies, I don't know what would.
So, then, We're talking about Egypt and the weather, and we come to our fifth or sixth awkward pause when she says:
"Well, I guess we're going to have to get to know each other better, aren't we? We have nothing to talk about."
And the conversation ends with:
"Well, I hope you get to come with your mom and dad to see me, but if not I guess I should tell you that I don't know you very well, but I guess I still love you."
"love you, too, Grandma."
