You are not having sex. − 17 July, 2007
I called my mom on my lunch hour one day, the only time of day that we seemed to be able to catch each other. So, I am sitting outside of McDonalds, munching on some fries chatting about my boy friend (who my mother hates because he convinced me to get on birth control). And somehow our conversation turns into this:
Me: So, I think I am going to go to the gyno.
Long Pause
Mom: Do you really need to? You've been raking up so many doctor bills lately....
Me: Yeah, but I was told that after you turn 18 you're suppose to go and make sure everything is ok and all that.
Mom: Thats not true, the only time you really need to start going to the gyno is after you start having sex, and you have not had sex. (Notice the lack of question mark.... )
Long Pause
Me: Of course not.
Me: So, I think I am going to go to the gyno.
Long Pause
Mom: Do you really need to? You've been raking up so many doctor bills lately....
Me: Yeah, but I was told that after you turn 18 you're suppose to go and make sure everything is ok and all that.
Mom: Thats not true, the only time you really need to start going to the gyno is after you start having sex, and you have not had sex. (Notice the lack of question mark.... )
Long Pause
Me: Of course not.
