Does Your Mother Know

Maybe she does. Maybe she doesn't.

Seriously. I think my mother is playing some wily Jedi mind trick with me.

Though I've come out to most of my friends, a number of my colleagues and my brother, I haven't actually confirmed the fact with my doubtful parents. Although I've laid just about dozens of clues for them - just waiting for them to bring up the taboo question.

Starting to be a guessing game. Pretty sure my father knows since he drops hints quite as often as I do but my mother's been pretty closemouthed about the entire affair.

Although it's getting so painfully obvious these days that you'd have to be particularly obtuse not to notice. Here I am parading this particular fella in front of her on every possible occasion - while deliberately eschewing the company of eligible females. Not only do we coincidentally go everywhere together ( something I'm not personally apt to do! ) but we stick to each other like peas in a pod even during trips to the shower. Hell, we even retire to the same bed at the same time.

Suspicious, no?


Simply platonic?
Just when I think there's absolutely no bloody way in hell that my mother doesn't know, she then throws me entirely off my stride by asking me when I'm about to find a girlfriend and settle down. Lulling my growing suspicions for a little while so I drop my guard assuming that she's perfectly oblivious to what's happening between Charming Calvin and I.

Not for long though. Obviously preferring to have me on anxious teeterhooks, she then does a complete turnabout and invites Calvin to a cosy family trip up north.

Paul : You want him along for the cemetery-cleaning day? What's he gonna do there?
Mother : Well it's a picnic, isn't it? He's practically family.
Paul : Huh. Really?

Huh.

At least I'll have someone to beguile the dull journey with - if Calvin doesn't sleep the entire journey away.