My mother recently read a blog post of mine which alluded to my making out with a boy in the front seat of my car. Then this conversation happened:
My Mother: You know, no one has to marry you if you just go and give it all away.
Me: Mom, I don't think I want anyone to feel like they have to marry me.
MM: (Pause.) (Long pause.) (Longer pause.) Hm.
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Lord help us all if I ever make it to the backseat.