I complain a lot about the men in my life (or sometimes the lack thereof), but I realize having absolutely no idea what I want doesn’t help the situation … at all.
There’s this guy, who is my friend, probably one of my best friends. I go through phases where we are just friends, then phases where I am pretty sure I am in love with him, and phases where we just have great sex.
I’ve dated other people since we started hanging out, so has he.
Then the other day, we were in the same city as his parents and we needed a place to crash. So for the first time ever, he took a girl home to meet his parents – don’t get me wrong, other friends have crashed at Mom and Dad’s house, but never a woman. And it’s not like this guy is 20 … or 30 … or…
Anyway, I’m pretty sure they were ecstatic, whether it was that they decided he definitely wasn’t gay, or that I wasn’t crazy (how little they know) or that they had someone to tell their stories about him to.
I was more than happy to oblige. I saw old photos, and heard stories and have enough material to tease him for at least the next 5 years. As we left his mom packed us a snack.
All and all it was awesome.
So here we are a couple of weeks later and I physically miss him when he’s not around. And I when he is unavailable to me (which is rare) I am irritable and cranky.
It begs the question, when you meet someone’s parents, does it change everything?
I would historically say no. But what happens when you are the first girl he’s brought home ever. I mean you think you are friends, but after playing up what could be a girlfriend, suddenly there is a taste of what else there could be.
Well fuck, if that doesn’t through a wrench into my compartmentalized plans, I don’t know what does.
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