"So, we'll stop on our way back and drop this stuff off at my parents," Big said to me one Saturday morning.
After I picked myself up off the floor, I assessed the situation. I had fully expected that he would need to stop there this weekend - something about birthday presents and fixing something at their house. What I assumed was that he would suggest he and I get breakfast, then go our separate ways. His parents don't live close by, so going there was an all day event.
Instead, what he suggested was that he and I drive out their way, which is a nice drive, and do some shopping and have lunch. On the way back, we would stop at their house. Which is a perfectly reasonable plan.
Except... I'd never met his parents before, and he was dropping this on me out of nowhere.
I thought fast. After all these months, I'd learned that Big wasn't exactly quick to open up with his feelings. I didn't really want to go - I hadn't been planning it and I certainly wasn't prepared to dress for it. But did I really want to risk saying no, and putting that rejection out there for something that should be a fairly big deal?
I decided that no, I did not. So, I nodded, and went into the bathroom to get ready. While quickly texting my circle of friends and getting their input. Again, it was unanimous - this was a big step.
All of these steps were now prompting questions from those closest to me. Were we official? Had we talked about where the relationship was going? I would panic a little when people insisted on referring to Big as my "boyfriend." I wasn't in a hurry to "discuss" where things were going. I mean - we were both happy, and things were progressing, and he was doing all of this at his own pace, which was fine with me.
So what was there to discuss, really? It was all good...
I hate meeting parents or having my guy meet mine. When I met Franks, it was only a minor debacle...which apparently because of how I handled it ingratiated me to his father forever.
ReplyDeleteWhile we were at his parents home, his mom kept looking at me as though aliens had just landed in her living room. I think she was just as surprised as I was that I was in her living room.
ReplyDeleteBoth his parents were super-nice to me. I actually think I would have liked being a part of the family. *sigh*
It would have been nicer to have a little more notice, but I love how you were able to assess the situation in your mind and really weigh out the benefits versus your fears. It seems you really gave yourself, invested here, and it shows. It was indeed, his loss.
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