I know what you are thinking.
It goes something like, "Why, oh, why Crigger would you meet some poor guys parents? They will fall in love with you and that is it for every girl he ever dates after you. That is sticky territory!"
So maybe I'm indulging in a bit of narcissistic melodrama, but yes, you are correct. It is sticky territory. Especially since parents love me and usually want their sons to marry me.
And just like that, the narcissism is back.
Okay, maybe not me, but at least someone like me: Smart. Ambitious. Able to talk about things other than the Bachelorette, eye shadow, or the Twilight books. Though I do like the Bachelorette (Stop judging me! Everyone needs a guilty pleasure!) and eye shadow. Twilight, however, should go drown itself in a river. I don't share a resemblance with Gollum from Lord of the Rings or a gold-digging whore. And I won't be crazy, mean, or crazy-mean to their sons.
But I didn't plan to meet Shane's parents. They came to the NCAA Championship game watch party. What was I supposed to say when he said "Do you want to meet my parents?"
"No, I would prefer not to."
I'm not Bartleby the Scrivener!
Plus, they are from Kentucky! And I never meet anyone's parents out here in LA, so I really did want to meet them.
They were as lovely as you would imagine. They would have to be, right? After all, they raised a seemly great son. They can't be completely wacko, right? They reminded me of my parents. Easy going, super involved and interested in their children, but not in an overly pushy way. Phil and Nora are sweet, funny, and kind. In meeting them you can see why Shane is the kind of person he is.
And is is always interesting to get a glimpse at who someone will become.
As we chatted about Kentucky, figured out mutual friends, yelled for the Wildcats, and heard funny stories about Shane, the idea of getting together for dinner before they left town was floated.
It is hard for me to tell a friend "No". It is impossible for me to tell their mother "No".
And that's how I ended up at an Italian restaurant in West LA with Shane, his parents, and Emily.
Now mind you, this is someone who I have talked to twice in a bar, and one of those times he was so drunk I don't think he remembers it, have been to one party he hosted, kissed him on a balcony, and had brunch with him once.
We haven't even been on a real date! But now his parents are buying my dinner, asking me about my job, and telling funny family vacation stories...
I might be in over my head with this one.
It goes something like, "Why, oh, why Crigger would you meet some poor guys parents? They will fall in love with you and that is it for every girl he ever dates after you. That is sticky territory!"
So maybe I'm indulging in a bit of narcissistic melodrama, but yes, you are correct. It is sticky territory. Especially since parents love me and usually want their sons to marry me.
And just like that, the narcissism is back.
Okay, maybe not me, but at least someone like me: Smart. Ambitious. Able to talk about things other than the Bachelorette, eye shadow, or the Twilight books. Though I do like the Bachelorette (Stop judging me! Everyone needs a guilty pleasure!) and eye shadow. Twilight, however, should go drown itself in a river. I don't share a resemblance with Gollum from Lord of the Rings or a gold-digging whore. And I won't be crazy, mean, or crazy-mean to their sons.
But I didn't plan to meet Shane's parents. They came to the NCAA Championship game watch party. What was I supposed to say when he said "Do you want to meet my parents?"
"No, I would prefer not to."
I'm not Bartleby the Scrivener!
Plus, they are from Kentucky! And I never meet anyone's parents out here in LA, so I really did want to meet them.
They were as lovely as you would imagine. They would have to be, right? After all, they raised a seemly great son. They can't be completely wacko, right? They reminded me of my parents. Easy going, super involved and interested in their children, but not in an overly pushy way. Phil and Nora are sweet, funny, and kind. In meeting them you can see why Shane is the kind of person he is.
And is is always interesting to get a glimpse at who someone will become.
As we chatted about Kentucky, figured out mutual friends, yelled for the Wildcats, and heard funny stories about Shane, the idea of getting together for dinner before they left town was floated.
It is hard for me to tell a friend "No". It is impossible for me to tell their mother "No".
And that's how I ended up at an Italian restaurant in West LA with Shane, his parents, and Emily.
Now mind you, this is someone who I have talked to twice in a bar, and one of those times he was so drunk I don't think he remembers it, have been to one party he hosted, kissed him on a balcony, and had brunch with him once.
We haven't even been on a real date! But now his parents are buying my dinner, asking me about my job, and telling funny family vacation stories...
I might be in over my head with this one.
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