Mom, Me and Sex and the city.
It's a particularly cold night. I suppose after all that extra summer we got this year, winter eventually has to kick in sometime. So in preparation for some good entertainment, having my feet wrapped up in thick socks, a blanket, hot chocolate and a slab of dark chocolate. Double dose of chocolate because it's full moon tomorrow, I am going to have a terrible migraine anyway. I'd might as well enjoy myself. Watched the first half of the UEFA cup game between Real Madrid and Juventus, wasn't as good as last weeks Premiere English Football game, but Juventus actually kicked ass today. Not bad.

Sex and the City is always on Wednesday nights, I love watching it. After getting my mom hooked on watching Wil and Grace, she has come to enjoy the humour of Sex and the City. We sit there laughing away, she doesn't understand everything said, but she gets the main story line and she loves Samantha, after all, who doesn't? In her words, "Kui seng yat fat hau fat dan." which literally translates, "she's always so horny." And Mom just asks me, "She always say fuck so much because she not getting any?" My mother, with her weak command of English can be quite hilarious. I am no longer as embarassed about watching sex scenes with her, but I always wonder when the next time will be when she comes up with something new, whether it be purely from experience or just fleeting thoughts. Imagine the following conversation in Chinese.

"How old do you think she is?" Meaning Sarah Jessica Parker
"I dunno, maybe forty or so."
"Wah, she's so wrinkled." It's true, she's not aging very well, but she's still nice, from far.
"White people just look older than they really are."
"And that Hau Por (horny woman meaning Samantha) looks well over forty."
"Who knows?"
"You know, when I was over forty, I never let your dad touch me."
"What?"
"I don't understand why these women are so horny. When I was over forty, I had no interest in sex."

My jaw just dropped. Good lord. My mother is talking about sex again.

"Why?" I managed to stammer.
"You are just not interested anymore, it's not as fun as when you're young. So when I was about forty five, I didn't let your dad touch me anymore. And at that age, your bones and muscles ache for days afterwards."

That was way more information than I really asked for.

So I sipped on my hot chocolate and swirled dark chocolate into it. I thought about how times have really changed. It seems like it's a reversal in roles, where my mother has become more bold and open with her outbursts of sexual topics, I am still trying to get a grip of where the heck she gets these ideas from. I suppose, as the saying goes, she was young once upon a time. It makes me smile as I think of all the funny things she comes up with. I wonder, if I will grow old to be as hilarious as she has.