Meet the Parents

Let me tell you something. Meeting the parents of someone you love is probably the scariest thing you could ever do. Walking up and seeing how they treat their child, then here comes the little diddy-bop that's going to take them away for the rest of their life. Mom is always the one that cries and dad just stares at you like, "Really? That's what you're pulling? (Good job man.)"

I met my boyfriends parents this weekend and it has been a revitalizing experience. I've met parents before, but none of the other guys had really mattered and I couldn't see myself dating them for that long anyways. (Yea, that sounds a lot worse than I meant for it to, but whatever.) Andrew's mom is a little old lady from New York that eats you alive with her words and most definitely could back it up in a fight. Her husband is Andrew's now step-dad, Mark. He's a very quite, laid back individual that, when he gets a beer or two in him, opens up for the entire world to know. Both are very entertaining none the less, it was just interesting to see how they all acted together as a family.

On a side note, I haven't met the two sisters yet. I guess they are bigger determinates than the parents since Andrew is so close with the youngest. He is the oldest child of the family, but him and his 16-year-old sister have a bond like no other.

Anyways, meeting the parents is one of those experiences that you enjoy because it's over with, not because you had to go and do it in the first place. Hopefully everything went well in their eyes since I probably won't know till tomorrow how I did.

Aha.
I love how we're on scales now of how much the parents like us.

Hmm.
-LD