Somehow, he reminds me of my mother...

did you take your insulin, dear?

Yes, of course I did. Do I really look like I want to die at the dinner table?

you know, i'm going to do what's best for you, whether you like it or not.

That's sweet, honey. If you ruin this scheme, you do realise I'll have to kill you.

It's sentiments like these that turn my head to make sure it isn't Mom sitting on the couch, or across the table. There is no better way, in my opinion, to ruin a romantic evening than to make a motherly comment. Maybe I am dating you because you'll always take care of me, but that's just not the same as asking to be smothered with your infinite motherly concern. I have a mother for that, remember? Sit back, honey, relax. I can take care of myself when it comes to daily concerns, like whether I took my medicine, or if I need to pee before we get in the car.