I am about to reminisce, But I don’t have stories like your parents do. Many years ago, in New Zealand...

I was living in Auckland, but had gone to visit my mother for the weekend who was a few hours drive away. After tea my Mother and I sat down to enjoy one of those sleazy current affairs shows. 60 Minutes was starting. They ran through the stories and my neurons had a little fireworks show. The first story was about New Zealand’s largest Plus Size Stripper!

My Mother dug me in the ribs and said "You like them that size.” I couldn’t deny it, she had an idea about what attracts me to women and I’m sure that I wasn’t successfully hiding that look on my face.

The story was great, one of the thirty minute types with plenty of snippets of her show. I had a quiet night and drove back home the next morning.

The next night I got a call from a friend. She couldn’t keep herself from sounding excited. "You like them big, don’t you?" she asked. "Like what big?" Thinking of everything from breasts to Pizza. "The ladies." she almost grinned down the phone.

"Yes." I quietly replied, now suspicious of what she had in store.

"Did you see 60 Minutes last night?" was the reply.

"Yes, I watched with my Mother" starting to get interested in what was about to be said next.

My friend then blurted the next few sentences "I have met someone online in the past couple of weeks. You saw her on 60 Minutes last night, that cute stripper! She is single and I have asked her if she wants to be introduced to you. She wants to meet you!”

Well my pants could hardly contain my excitement. We talked about how and who for half an hour, but by the end of it I had a date for Thursday.

The day came, and I did all the usual things men do before a date. Well, everything except watch sport. I met her at a small cafe. It would have been romantic if it wasn’t so popular and crowded. We talked for hours. Occasionally someone would recognize her from 60 Minutes and say hi. The evening went very well, even with people at the Gas Station wanting to talk to the new celebrity. I was invited back to her place, and we talked for hours. She was a very nice woman and we were both attracted to each other.

The next morning, oh I am not going to go into what happened. She is a real person and she can be identified, so I must keep secrets. She and I spent a lot of good times together but we both knew we had to part ways because we both wanted different things with life.

Now, it always makes me smile when I recall it, especially because my mother has never figured out how to handle the fact that she saw one of my girlfriends on TV naked four days before I met her. I am sure my mother regrets teasing me about it, but I am glad she did, it just made the memory more fun.