my boyfriend's mother found the romantic poems his chatbot sends him and assumed i was the author. she called to say how lovely they were and that she'd never known i was so literary
i told her i hadn't written them. she immediately asked why a computer was doing something i should apparently be doing. i reminded her that i work full time and had planned his actual birthday celebration
she said romance requires effort and cited a poem about starlight that was generated in seven seconds. i asked whether she wanted me to compete with a machine on production speed or with him on emotional honesty
my boyfriend finally stepped in and explained the situation. his mother sent me a text apologizing, followed by a request for help generating a poem for her garden club