[M/S] Why would my mom do this. A night of talk and wine.

I didn't sleep well. Woke up way too early. Trying to collect my thoughts here. Wondering what you people think. Last night it was Friday. Nothing on tv. My two main friends were doing other things. I was just hanging around. Tried to do do some stuff for work on the laptop but not into it. Plus I have all weekend to do it. Mom was home, doing about the same thing, some laundry but basically not much.

About 9:00 I decided to have a glass of wine so I poured some merlot and went back to my laptop. We're not big drinkers here. This isn't an exact recording of our convo of course but the gist of it is pretty close.

A little while later mom came into the living room, saw the wine and said, "Oh , special occasion?" I said no, "I'm just kinda bored." She asked why I wasn't out but I just said there was not much going on. She said the same with her. She came through a couple of times bringing folded clothes to her bedroom and hall closet. Then came in and sat down in the chair. "What are you drinking?" "Merlot." "Any left?" "A little over half a bottle. Want some?" "Yeah." So I got up and brought her a glass then sat back down in my chair. I had things on my mind that I wanted to ask her. You people who've been following my posts know what those things are. But I didn't know how to broach the subject. We both tried to make small talk but nothing mattered. We talked about another date we've planned but that is all settled and a week away. So finally I asked her if she had any other dates planned. She just said no. "No one interesting is asking me out." Conversation lagged. She said she should go to bed. So I kinda got desperate and just came right out and said; "Why don't we become a couple mom?" "What do you mean?" "Well you know, date and stuff like a boyfriend and girlfriend. And maybe more." "Are you saying...?"

So at this point I'm thinking this is the hardest thing I've ever tried to do. Then I remembered from the Old Testament where it says to Gird your loins for the hard task ahead. And I just came right out and said: "Well, and maybe become lovers." I saw the recognition come into her eyes and a bit of a blush come to her face. And she said, "Because it is very wrong." "Why is it wrong mom?" And she looked at me in a quizzical way like she couldn't believe I didn't know why. "Because I'm your mother. And it's illegal." But I wasn't ready to accept that so I started blurting things out about how our social and sexual mores have changed. I reminded her that not so long ago gays were still called fags and were openly discriminated against and there were still all kinds of laws forbidding it. And I reminded her how she had supported gay marriage cause we talked about it a few times before our state voted for it. And it was not so long ago that interracial marriage was illegal and those couples who did it were hated.

She just looked at me. And I said how polygamy was also illegal but the barbarians were pounding at that gate too. She laughed at my analogy and said she didn't think them barbaric. I told her how the advocacy groups had used different words that weren't so prone to negative reactions. How homosexuals were now gay, polygamists are called polyamorists and incest is now called consanguinamory. All of which words have less negative overtones to them. She just looked at me and asked where I had gotten all this stuff from. I told her "Well, from paying attention I guess. And from you mom. You know I got my smarts from you. She chuckled and said, "Too smart for your own good maybe." Then she said, "But why would you want that with me? I'm twice your age and I'm your mother."

So I went off on a litany of reasons. "Well, not twice my age... Because you're smart and have good sense. Because you are a very good woman. Because I think you're beautiful and sexy. Because we know each other and trust each other and love each other already. Because we live together and get along. And you know as well as I do how hard it is to find someone that we share all those things in common with. And because you have a nice butt." She blushed at that and laughed. And for a moment I thought I had reached her.

Then she said "There are girls your age that have those qualities. Girls you could love and marry and have a family with and be happy with." I said "Yes, and the same thing could be said for you and the men your age though I don't know about the family part. But you know it is not easy to find someone like that. And I can't honestly say I want to have a family. And we could be here for each other." "So you are giving up on finding someone to love?" "Not giving up mom. I've just been thinking I might have found someone I like." She stared at me without seeing me. Thinking. Then she said, "It's too strange and it's so very wrong." And we talked on into the night.

We had finished our wine. And she wasn't convinced but she wasn't mad at me either. Then I thought it was enough for one night and mentioned I should go to bed. "Yes." she said. "I am tired too." So I asked her if she would do some reading on the matter. She said she would. "Have you something in particular. Not fiction or porn?" So I asked for her laptop and brought up the marriage equality blog. I put the main page on one tab and opened the interviews on another tab. And I said, "Here. This is a very interesting site. This guy goes in depth on why consanguinamory and polyamory are ok. He makes arguments that are hard to refute. On the second tab are some interviews he's done with people who are in relationships like we are talking about." Then I said, "This doesn't have to be settled now of course. We can think and talk about it more. But you can just say no right now too and I will let it all drop. I just hope I haven't wrecked our relationship by telling you this stuff. But I wanted to tell you what I've been thinking about lately." She looked at me and seemed a bit weary. But she smiled and said, "You haven't wrecked our relationship. I will always love you. And I will read the blog." Then I hugged her and we went to our rooms. I was completely frazzeled and shot. But I did it and I'm glad.