A conversation that happened in my car. Starring me, my sister, and my mother. (Paraphrased)
Sister: We should go hang out at that bar sometime. Lots of cute guys. They look like they play golf.
Me: Eh, not my type.
Sister: What is your type?
*I’m completely flustered. I don’t have these conversations with people outside of my best friend and even then they don’t involve wrestlers.*
Mom from the back seat:
Moms man...they know. She still surprises me 29 years in.