When I met the parents
When my g/f first met my parents for lunch, my Dad leant over and ate food off her plate. My mother was mortified, I was a bit confused, she thought it was wonderfull and that she'd been accepted.
We at B3ta are sure you've had worse than this though... tell us all about it.
( , Thu 19 May 2005, 13:27)
When my g/f first met my parents for lunch, my Dad leant over and ate food off her plate. My mother was mortified, I was a bit confused, she thought it was wonderfull and that she'd been accepted.
We at B3ta are sure you've had worse than this though... tell us all about it.
( , Thu 19 May 2005, 13:27)
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one of my exes is from montenegro
her family moved to the uk about 15 years ago. this was fine. what was a bonus was her dad worked on an oil tankers and was only arround for about 10 weeks a year. i met her mum who was lovely.
a few months later me and the gf were getting a bit fruity as we walked back from school. we were kissing and rubbing in the way only 16 year olds can as she opened her front door. we were greeted by her father who speaks little or no english and is about a big a grizzly bear. he was marginally pissed off at me. i have never felt pain like the crushing handshake he gave (and i've managed to twist my knee almost 90 degrees more than it is meant to twist playing rugby) since. i swear i would have cried. his hands were twice the size of mine - him being some kind of butch manual labourer and me being fairly weak. i went nowhere near her pink bits at anytime when he was still in the country.
she dumped about 6 months later. i was gutted
( , Thu 19 May 2005, 14:40, Reply)
her family moved to the uk about 15 years ago. this was fine. what was a bonus was her dad worked on an oil tankers and was only arround for about 10 weeks a year. i met her mum who was lovely.
a few months later me and the gf were getting a bit fruity as we walked back from school. we were kissing and rubbing in the way only 16 year olds can as she opened her front door. we were greeted by her father who speaks little or no english and is about a big a grizzly bear. he was marginally pissed off at me. i have never felt pain like the crushing handshake he gave (and i've managed to twist my knee almost 90 degrees more than it is meant to twist playing rugby) since. i swear i would have cried. his hands were twice the size of mine - him being some kind of butch manual labourer and me being fairly weak. i went nowhere near her pink bits at anytime when he was still in the country.
she dumped about 6 months later. i was gutted
( , Thu 19 May 2005, 14:40, Reply)
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