To be honest, I don't think meeting the boyf's parents was particularly eventful
In fact some time afterwards he informed me they'd told him to hang onto me as I was much better than his last *smug* Although I'm sure devil duck will correct me if I'm wrong...

On the other hand, the first time he met my family was just before we started seeing each other properly, and he'd been at a party all day. He turned up on my doorstep with a similarly rat-arsed mutual friend of ours as I'd attempted (unsuccessfully, mind) to organise a party of my own and they'd felt sorry for me. I also fancied both of them and think it was reciprocated on both counts at the time, and discovered many months later that on the way they'd been discussing what chance they thought they had of getting in with me. Hoorah!
Anyway, my parents were in, so we sidled off upstairs to my room to have a few beers and chat. After a while, the now-boyfriend jumped up off the bed (nothing naughty, I use it as a sofa) and pointed to a picture of my older brother and shouted, "What the hell is he doing there?". After a moment of confusion, it turned out my brother had been his patrol leader at Scouts many years beforehand - well, you can imagine. He has many traumatic memories of my brother and his friend "Bovine Chris" threatening to bum him in the night on camps. They get along fine now. Then me and him spent the rest of the evening getting off with each other while our poor sod of a friend sat in the corner.

My younger brother, on the other hand, is an irritating little shit who keeps trying to break into my room while we're having sex. You'd think he wants to be mentally scarred. And my parents love him and think he's the best thing since sliced bread. Yay.
( useful_idiot, Thu 19 May 2005, 22:19, Reply)