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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Not parents but grandparents....
My current ex-girlfriend and I were going to visit my grandmother as she had just got out of hospital, and it was a good excuse to go round there for the first time as I was getting complaints from my mother that I hadn't taken her to meet the 'rest of the family'. It had only been two years, for christs sake.
Anyway, I phoned ahead and told them we were on our way. So imagine my surprise when I we walked in on my grandfather sitting in his armchair in his y-fronts watching a video of one of those dutch soft-porn gameshows. At three in the afternoon.
I never took her there again! Come to think of it, I haven't been back there since, either...
( , Fri 20 May 2005, 14:27, Reply)
My current ex-girlfriend and I were going to visit my grandmother as she had just got out of hospital, and it was a good excuse to go round there for the first time as I was getting complaints from my mother that I hadn't taken her to meet the 'rest of the family'. It had only been two years, for christs sake.
Anyway, I phoned ahead and told them we were on our way. So imagine my surprise when I we walked in on my grandfather sitting in his armchair in his y-fronts watching a video of one of those dutch soft-porn gameshows. At three in the afternoon.
I never took her there again! Come to think of it, I haven't been back there since, either...
( , Fri 20 May 2005, 14:27, Reply)
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