A strange man enters the door of my appartment, as my mother answers the door excited to greet him in her already worn for four days, see though nighty.
A man looks at me and looks nervous, thinking that this could possibly be a set-up. As I spin around in my mother's computer chair and focus my attention back to the computer screan, I hear a small sigh of relief.
I hear my mother use a bad pick-up line, one that turns my stomach sour, and hear two sets of footsteps that lead into her promiscuous smelling room.
I sit on my mother's computer viewing her web history to see where in the world she is finding all these men. Plenty Of Fish, Bangme, Lava Life, Adult Friend Finder, the list goes on and on. It makes me nauseous; thinking about what these men are doing to my ever so willing mother. I assume that she must see it as a mutual thing as she uses them for her own fix; Self Satisfaction, somthing that she can no longer achieve for herself.
An hour or so later, the man, no lonbger hungry and filled to the brim with fulfillment, walks away red faced and out of breath. he looks at me as if to say, "Ha, ha, someday I will get you."
My mother uses the washroom, and enters the living room humming a tune, and very excited to brag about all the skin crawling details. I confront her about the websites I previously viewed on her web history; tension fills the room. She rambles on and on, but all I can hear is justification, and rationalization for her doing the things that she does.
I inform her about all the things that I worry about with Internet dating/Random Play. There are creeps, perverts, stalkers, and mostly the diseases that she could come in contact with. Simply letting a stranger know where we live, he could come back at anytime just to cause harm!
Yet, she fails to listen.
A knock comes to the door. My mother answers the door excited to greet him. The cycle has begun again, and there is absolutly nothing that I can do about it.