My Mother

I love my mom.
She's my best friend as well as someone who gives excellent advice.

She had basically given up all hope that she would ever meet Matt.
While I haven't officially been dating him a year, he's been in my life at least that long.
And she has not once, made eye contact with him.

Next weekend she is throwing a party.
A costume party.
She thought it would be fun to invite my gay boyfriend and roommate, and as a last thought, decided to say my boyfriend too.
I told the three of them they were invited. All of them said they were interested.
My mom sent out the invitations and that was that.

I had given up on Matt too.
Even though I just met his mom, and he was opening up more, I still had no hope that he'd actually come through and come to my house.
I was utterly floored when I arrived at this apartment last night and he was going over costume ideas of what he and I could wear to the party.
The theme was famous couples and he was spouting off ideas right and left.
Joanie and Chachi?
Bennifer?
The couple from I Dream of Genie??

Part of me wanted to ask "Why?" or "What?" and the other half told me to shut the hell up and smile.

I went with the latter.