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.
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( , 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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Cringe....
Many moons ago, back when I still lived with my parents, I met a young man and as one does, after a few dates of course, took him back to my place for the night.
After sneaking up the stairs so not to wake the oldies and halfway through a slightly disappointing performance on his behalf, my mother bursts into room to be met by the sight of young man's bare arse staring at her. I wish I were dead, young man wishes he were dead and my mother simply says 'sorry dear, didn't realise you had company'.
The next day young man comes round to take me out so I s'pose I have to introduce him to my mother 'properly' this time. I take him into the living room and do the 'this is blah, blah, this is my mother' routine to which my mother turns round and says to him 'hello dear - I'm sorry, I didn't recognise you with your clothes on'.
He really didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
( , Fri 20 May 2005, 11:41, Reply)
Many moons ago, back when I still lived with my parents, I met a young man and as one does, after a few dates of course, took him back to my place for the night.
After sneaking up the stairs so not to wake the oldies and halfway through a slightly disappointing performance on his behalf, my mother bursts into room to be met by the sight of young man's bare arse staring at her. I wish I were dead, young man wishes he were dead and my mother simply says 'sorry dear, didn't realise you had company'.
The next day young man comes round to take me out so I s'pose I have to introduce him to my mother 'properly' this time. I take him into the living room and do the 'this is blah, blah, this is my mother' routine to which my mother turns round and says to him 'hello dear - I'm sorry, I didn't recognise you with your clothes on'.
He really didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
( , Fri 20 May 2005, 11:41, Reply)
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