There is a specific brand of cringe that only a teenager can feel when watching their parent try to flirt. But there is an entirely different, more terrifying beast: watching your mother survive a bad date.
"He lied by 6 inches. I feel like I’m looking at a thumb." mother%27s bad date
He looks 20 years older than his profile picture and talks exclusively about the "glory days" of 1985. There is a specific brand of cringe that
: A major pain point is when dates do not respect the "maintenance" and strict scheduling required for childcare, viewing it as a lack of interest rather than a logistical reality. mother%27s bad date