Mom is trying to set me up with the pianist from her feminist choir. Mom clearly has never set anyone up before, as she started by explaining away the girl's medical condition that she thinks she has. She also needed to explain her love of cats, which seems to be a standout cat-thing even in a choir filled with widows and lesbians. The widows love their cats. The lesbians love their dogs, or their dogs and cats.
Anytime I want to come and listen to Mom's choir, she'll introduce us.
I will not be going to hear Mom's choir. I do many, many things for my mother, but choir attendance of any kind will never be among them.
This is a better attempt at a set-up than her previous tries, when she tried hooking me up with girls from grade school who are, you know, married. (Not that she's really given up on those ones yet, either.)
But she is improving. Single girls -- check!
But yeah no thanks.