"Oh, so you are hard," she chuckled. "Would it make you feel better if I told you I was wet?"
"Nope," I replied immediately. "That's not helpful at all."
We shared a nervous laugh, and then Jeannie asked, "Oh, how did Mom's date go?"
"It was good, I think," I replied.
Mom had gone out on a double-date with Joanne and two male professors. It had been nice, they told me, but those guys had done nothing to merit a second date.
"How about you, Jeannie?" I asked. "Are you seeing anyone new?"
"I hooked up with a guy twice," she replied, "nothing serious. I met him at a party and went over to his apartment afterwards. We were both pretty drunk. I gave him another try Sunday, but he wasn't up to the standard."
"Sorry," I murmured, knowing I was part of that standard.
"Well, it was good tal
