Mummy Dearest: Your grandmother was awfully quiet after dinner.
Imaginary Socialite: It’s my fault.
Imaginary Socialite: She asked me if I’d ever used JDate and I laughed at her.
Imaginary Socialite: And I told her the girls on JDate were shopping for a husband instead of figuring out their lives.
Mummy Dearest: So of course she asked why you didn’t want to shop for a husband.
Imaginary Socialite: And I was like, because I only care about meeting men for sex,
Mummy Dearest: Ha! Good for you.
Imaginary Socialite: You’re not mad?
Mummy Dearest: She deserved it. You’ll get married when you like someone enough.
Imaginary Socialite: I know but I already have my dress picked out.
Imaginary Socialite: It’s from TopShop.
[LEAH THOMPSON - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
love this little story. i wish my mom was as cool as yours.
alas, i have the dress picked out too…
hilarious– but i was gonna make you a rodarte inspired dress out of some old bedding!