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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only time, not quite catastrophic. just scary
We weren't quite going out at the time, but that was to change that night. I'd just turned 17, and it was her 17th Birthday party that night. I hadn't seen her in a while since she lived about 30 miles away. (not fun).
ok, here's how it went...
got off the train, bout 3 miles from her place. had to wait an hour to be picked up at the train station, in a distinctly scary place. (Note: this was set to be the first time I met any of her family.)
Got picked up, met her step-dad and twin brothers (15). Took the short drive back, keeping quite quiet while they all talked about hockey (what have I got myself into?)
Get back to her house. Walk in the door to find the following people waiting to meet me....
Mum (and stepdad came in from the car)
Dad and (pregnant, making groaning sounds all day)stepmum,
the twins, and her other 3 brothers.
both sets of grandparents.
Needless to say, i was brickin' it.
That night, i went on to get her twin brothers pissed for the very first time, and received a grilling from both of her significant Ex's.
Went to bed that night at around 5 after a few decent hours alone. Slept til 8, then went upstairs to wake her up. After a couple more hours of "good clean fun", her stepdad walked in. Fortunately, he was ok, and I was punished to make breakfast for 6.
If that was her dad, I would be stapled to a tree right about now....
O, and when she first met my dad a few weeks ago (parents separated, live ith my dad because he isnt engaged to a wanker), he spent the whole time pretending to be "glad that I wasn't actually gay". And my brother kept calling her Brodie.
( , Fri 20 May 2005, 15:03, Reply)
We weren't quite going out at the time, but that was to change that night. I'd just turned 17, and it was her 17th Birthday party that night. I hadn't seen her in a while since she lived about 30 miles away. (not fun).
ok, here's how it went...
got off the train, bout 3 miles from her place. had to wait an hour to be picked up at the train station, in a distinctly scary place. (Note: this was set to be the first time I met any of her family.)
Got picked up, met her step-dad and twin brothers (15). Took the short drive back, keeping quite quiet while they all talked about hockey (what have I got myself into?)
Get back to her house. Walk in the door to find the following people waiting to meet me....
Mum (and stepdad came in from the car)
Dad and (pregnant, making groaning sounds all day)stepmum,
the twins, and her other 3 brothers.
both sets of grandparents.
Needless to say, i was brickin' it.
That night, i went on to get her twin brothers pissed for the very first time, and received a grilling from both of her significant Ex's.
Went to bed that night at around 5 after a few decent hours alone. Slept til 8, then went upstairs to wake her up. After a couple more hours of "good clean fun", her stepdad walked in. Fortunately, he was ok, and I was punished to make breakfast for 6.
If that was her dad, I would be stapled to a tree right about now....
O, and when she first met my dad a few weeks ago (parents separated, live ith my dad because he isnt engaged to a wanker), he spent the whole time pretending to be "glad that I wasn't actually gay". And my brother kept calling her Brodie.
( , Fri 20 May 2005, 15:03, Reply)
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