So there I was looking cute, feeling confident, ready for a chill wine bar meetup with a guy who seemed totally normal over text.

I show up. Order a nice red. And then… he walks in.

With a woman.

Who then sits at the table right next to us. With a book.

Yep. It was his mom. She wasn't even hiding it. Just casually reading a paperback, stealing glances every 30 seconds like she was my date's secret service agent.

I kept smiling. Asked him, "So… is she with you?"

He said, "Oh that's my mom. She just wanted to make sure you were safe."

Sir.

I finished my wine in about 4 minutes flat, told him I had an early morning, and walked right out. Politely. Because I'm classy like that.

Now I always, always confirm: "Just to clarify you're coming alone, right?"

Moral of the story: I love a protective family, but not on a first meet.

Tell me your worst date story I need to know I'm not alone.


Victoria