Miss Amarat Sehgal is a graduate in Media Technology and has been a creative writer for over two years. Having experienced the high’s and low’s of many adventurous relationships, she has decided to share her experiences.
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by Amarat Sehgal
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Another hot date with Raj and things were looking really good, we had been dating for the last 3 months. He was funny, charming and very romantic. This time he had even laid out candles on the stairs, I mean I can’t remember the last time a man had even dimmed the lights down for me.

But this time he had cooked for me too, the champagne was going straight to my head and I was enjoying every minute of it. After we ate lamb shanks, he told me how his mother would make them for him as a teenager. Very impressive, a man who could cook too, this was just great.

He put some music on after he fed me dessert with his bare hands, the whipped cream was all over the place but he didn’t care. We moved onto the sofa and then he started to kiss me passionately. I knew this would end up in his room or maybe even on the kitchen worktop.

Just as he unbuttoned his shirt, I heard a scream and then a horrible shout.

“What are you doing?” she spoke with her, been in England for thirty years accent. Was I dreaming?

No, I wasn’t, it was his mother standing there glaring at me. Raj got up and went towards her to calm her down.

He didn’t even say anything like “Mum what are you doing here?” After all, this was his own flat that had been passed down to him. Why couldn’t his mother just have knocked on the front door?

Instead he just said, “Sorry Mum, I was going to call you earlier.” He then just stared at her with his puppy dog eyes. I got up straight away and sat on the sofa with a big, fake smile on my face, trying to look nice and presentable.

In spite of everything, me and Raj were the same religion, got on well and she could possibly be my future mother-in-law. But she didn’t even bother looking at me. Instead she looked at Raj and made a face to say, “come outside now!”

At this point I was really scared and didn’t know what to do, I started grabbing my handbag, mobile phone, took another sip of my drink and then I had a quick thought.

Was this a joke or something?

His mum just walked in on us and he has just followed her out like a lost puppy.

Since she came in, he hasn’t even said “I’ll be back” but somehow he wants me to wait for him in his flat by myself. And what was his mother thinking of by charging into his house without knocking? She must have a spare set of keys.

Can you imagine if we were married and she would just walk in and out of our house, whenever she felt like it. The more I thought of all this, the more I wanted to get out.

Just as I slipped my special occasion, Prada shoes back on, he walked back in and said, “My mum’s a bit upset.”

“Erm what was all that about Raj?”

“Since my dad passed away, I usually tell my mum everything, we are really close, so I’ve had to apologise to her for not telling her that I’ve been seeing you.”

Yes, I could see just how close you bloody are, was what was going through my head.

“She said that she wants me to go for a date with her friend’s daughter instead, it’s no big deal, it’s only one date and I really don’t want to let my mother down”.

“What?” Surely I was not hearing right?

“I’m sorry but she wants me to just check this girl out and give her a chance.”

“Give her a chance, what about me, do you want me to give you a chance too?”

I couldn’t even look at him as my temper raised and I felt my heart banging in my chest.

“My mum just doesn’t think your marriage material for me,” he said this really quietly but I heard it loud and clear.

“What!”

“Are you a man or a mouse, you pathetic, stupid, mummy’s boy?”

“You rude cow, my mum isn’t like that and isn’t the interfering type, she just cares for me and you should be grateful that I did all this for you.”

“Grateful, you want me to be grateful to you.”

“Yes you should”, he shouted.

I thought for a second I was having an argument with a fifteen year-old kid and then I remembered that Raj was actually a 31 year-old adult. “You know what Raj, forget me and you and concentrate on your mum and your new date.”

“Ok I will.” Raj said with a vicious but shaky voice.

I got my stuff and walked out the door and I didn’t even look back, I just couldn’t believe what had just happened?

I saw the curtain’s move from his window and could see him looking . . . so I pretended that I couldn’t see him and I carried on walking. As I got to the corner of his road, I quickly got my phone out and pressed number 4 on my speed dial.

Pick the phone up please, I prayed. “Hello Sonia, you won’t believe what happened to me.”

By the time Sonia dropped me off home, we were both in stitches as I told her about my evening, “only you” she said.

“Count your lucky stars you found out now, darling.” Sonia laughed as she spoke. I didn’t feel so bad by the time I got home, just disappointed.

Yet again, a date ruined not by his repulsive habits or his poor dress sense but by his beloved mother. Him and her standing there together had me really thinking for a minute. It was like he was actually mesmerized by her and it really wasn’t a pretty sight.

I thought it only happened in Bollywood films but I was wrong, it always seemed to happen to me. I had to giggle as I got into my bed and thought of my evening.
‘I REALLY DO KNOW HOW TO PICK THEM!’

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Amarat can be contacted on the.storyteller@hotmail.co.uk.