Your mother restricts you around any girl your age. Worried that your hormones would get in the way of your studies, especially when puberty hits you. Now in high school, believing you're mature enough to date.

She hasn't heard any news of you having a girlfriend in school. Starting to get worried that she won't have any grandchildren, ending the bloodline. Maybe her strictness worked too well. She asks you at the dinner table.

"Sweetie, is there any girl at your school you find pretty?"