Mothers and Daughters and Meat

Story Submitted by Carl:

I wrote to Marni online and she never wrote back, so I moved on.  Three weeks later, a reply arrived from her.  One line: "Busy on Friday?"

It was a little off-putting, especially as she hadn't addressed anything I had written her in my message.  I wrote back a friendly reply with some additional questions, just to help me learn a bit more about her.

She wrote back, "We'll talk Friday.  When/where?"

I had a bad feeling about it, but I thought, What do I have to lose?  Maybe she just doesn't like talking online.  I wrote back a time and the name of a local Italian place.

On Friday, I waited for Marni at the place when a woman who was about 60 approached me.  "Carl?  I'm Trudy, Marni's mother.  Marni can't meet you here tonight, but you can still be a man and buy her dinner."

I asked, "What are you talking about?"

She said, "Marni's at home.  My home.  She can't make it out to dinner.  But you can still be a man and buy her a dinner that I can then take home to her."

"You want me to buy her take-out even though she didn't even show up for the date?"

Trudy opened a menu and pointed to three items.  "Marni would probably want a meatball sub, spaghetti with meat sauce, or chicken Parmesan."

I shook my head.  "Marni wouldn't want any of those.  Her profile said that she was a vegetarian."

Trudy was clearly starting to lose patience, and I had started to wonder if Marni even existed at all.  She said, "Carl, are you going to be a man?  Or aren't you?"

I pulled out my phone.  "Why don't we call Marni to ask her what she wants?  What's your number at the house?"

Then she made a grab for my phone, but I was too quick for her.  She said, "You're no man, Carl.  You're not a man at all!"

"Maybe not, but I'm also not a moron.  Bye."  I left Trudy there, if that was even her real name to begin with.  Needless to say, I didn't hear from "Marni" ever again, and it still stands as one of the weirdest experiences I've ever had.


  1. I think the admin here change the names of the OPs, but if not, every Marni/Marnie/Marney I've ever met has been crazy, so maybe it's better this way.
    Here's something to back this up:


  2. ^ Hope she has fun being alone on Thanksgiving.

  3. I change the names within the story, but not that of the original poster, unless the original poster requests it.

  4. Wow, that's bizarre. I would love to know what the old lady's deal was. Making up a fake persona and setting up fake dates seems like a lot of trouble just to get free food. I wonder if there's more to it.

  5. I can't stand people who talk like that, "Be a man!" yeah, only guys can be sexist and not progressive.

  6. Any story that starts with "after not hearing from X in weeks, he/she wrote back a quick message asking to meet up..." will never lead to a happy ending.

  7. "Carl? I'm Trudy, Marni's mother. Marni can't meet you here tonight, but you can still be a man and buy her dinner."

    "Nope! Goodbye."


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