I was doing yoga downstairs in the basement; he came down and asked me a few questions as I was stretching, mainly about what we were doing for supper tonight.
“Not minimizing the criminal activity that has happened, those girls were doing what they wanted before my son and are still doing it only with someone else now.
Because as I was in that position he grabbed hold of my thong and yanked it up my back.....
Yes, he gave me his mother a wedgie, and not just a little one but a full out one, and he held it for a few seconds.
So I did what any solo twenty-something guy would do: I installed Tinder on my mom’s phone and asked her to find me a date. It's a warm late-summer night in New York's West Village, and I'm on my way to rendezvous with a woman I met on the Internet.
Or, more accurately, a stranger my mom met when she was pretending to be me on her phone.