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She'd become the Tracy to my Hep, the Thelma to my Louise.
Now, thanks to my epiphany, our joyride was about to go off a cliff. " I blurted out as I poured the sake at our new favorite sushi place. I was trying to explain — or rather, to poorly paraphrase — the realization arrived at during a recent therapy session that overbooking my social calendar with her left little room for new people.
Since I wasn't in the market for any more girlfriends, new people meant new boys. "Please don't come home this weekend," she said on the phone one Friday night.
After 10 straight days spent gorging on penne alla vodka chased with caffè con panna, gawking at the Duomo until my neck ached, and unearthing the quintessential black purse at an outdoor leather market, I had finally experienced the perfect vacation.
It wasn't until the one afternoon when I was booking our post-walking-tour couples massage that it hit me: Contrary to what my Facebook status said, I wasn't single. Somewhere between "hiking" the Grand Canyon together (we walked around the edge, took pictures, then went for dinner) and my mother teaching me the difference between 18- and 22-karat gold at the jewelry mart, I discovered something: Mom was fun.