My brothers are constantly laughing at the fact that I’ve had so many boyfriends. They cannot remember anyone’s name and barely remember when I give out some extra details to try and remind them who I am speaking about.
Andrew, the prankster of the family, always says that he wants to throw me a surprise party and only invite guys I’ve dated.
“Think about it, Jennifer. I’ll put everyone in the backyard, and you’ll come home and they’ll all yell SURPRISE!!! It’ll be great!”
“Moooooom!” I yell to my mother.
“Andrew, stop teasing her,” she says. “And it would’t work, anyway. Our backyard isn’t big enough.
“Thanks, Ma,” I say, shaking my head.
PS, I have a really big backyard
Does your family get confused because you date a lot?