I called my mom one day to tell her I had met a wonderful lady and was planning to ask her to marry me. I was 45 years old.
Here was the entire conversation.
"Where is she from?"
"Los Angeles, but she has lived in San Francisco and New York."
"Is she black?"
"Is she Jewish?"
"Is she Buddhist?"
"Does she object to your facial hair?"
"No. But thanks for letting me know that you do, Mom."
"Ok, she sounds wonderful. When do we get to meet her?"