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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First time I met a boyfriend's parents, I was a bit nervous and so had a few 'snifters' of vodka to calm me down. We'd gone for dinner, and when I get nervous I have no appetite, so I thought the vodka would make me eat and stop me appearing rude. Yeah right.
Unfortunately, by the time I got there I'd lost all sense of myself and had somehow lost the ability to use cutlery. The main course was a pretty tough piece of pork, and no matter what I did I couldn't cut the bastard thing. I tried desperately to pull it apart with my knife and fork, when the knife slipped away, the fork sprang back, and I got a face and a lap full of pork and gravy. Cue amazed/shocked/disgusted stares from every side of the table. Then I threw up, all over myself, my plate, and the table.
Relationship didn't last much longer. But you guessed that, didn't you.
( , Fri 20 May 2005, 12:43, Reply)
First time I met a boyfriend's parents, I was a bit nervous and so had a few 'snifters' of vodka to calm me down. We'd gone for dinner, and when I get nervous I have no appetite, so I thought the vodka would make me eat and stop me appearing rude. Yeah right.
Unfortunately, by the time I got there I'd lost all sense of myself and had somehow lost the ability to use cutlery. The main course was a pretty tough piece of pork, and no matter what I did I couldn't cut the bastard thing. I tried desperately to pull it apart with my knife and fork, when the knife slipped away, the fork sprang back, and I got a face and a lap full of pork and gravy. Cue amazed/shocked/disgusted stares from every side of the table. Then I threw up, all over myself, my plate, and the table.
Relationship didn't last much longer. But you guessed that, didn't you.
( , Fri 20 May 2005, 12:43, Reply)
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