Two days ago was my grandmother's 92nd birthday. I'm a horrible grandson, and never call, but figured I'd better because you never know how many more chances you'll get. Normally I run out of things to say to her after about five minutes, but this conversation lasted almost a half hour. Here's an excerpt:
Grandma: Do you have a girlfriend?
Me: Well, there's a girl I've been dating, but I don't really know what to call her at this point. I can't really call her my girlfriend because we haven't had that conversation yet, even though we've been seeing each other off and on for about a year and a half.
Grandma: Well, it doesn't really matter what you call her as long as you like to spend time together.
Me: Yeah, we do.
Grandma: And if it ever gets to the point where you ask her, don't do it like [Grandpa] did with me.
Me: How was that?
Grandma: One day he asked me, "What would you say if I asked you to marry me?" I just said, "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Me: That's funny.
Grandma: Well, I just thought it was a stupid thing to ask a girl. He didn't deserve to get a straight answer if he was going to ask like that.