Cousin S: So, how was dinner with your parents and your boyfriend on Saturday night? Everything go OK?
Me: Yes, everything went really well. Just normal parents stuff. You know . . . my dad assumed we're getting married and told my boyfriend I had "sibling issues," and my mom talked about a book she had seen at Borders that day about how to live with a huge penis. Oh, and my boyfriend told my parents I didn't like to talk about poop. Pretty average dinner with my parents.
Cousin S: Well, your mom emailed me that she really liked him, so that's good.
11 November 09 (am)
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Twenty-five years ago I introduced my fiance (and now my wife) to my parents at the family Sunday dinner. I told them, during the course of the meal, we intended to wed and my Dad immediately said, "Well at least she eats." I guess referring to the fact she did not "play" with her food as my sisters were often accused. My Mom said, "Travel at your own risk." which I later discovered was her best attempt at not giving any unsolicited advice.
When we were engaged, we were having lunch with my Mom. (Which, by the way, my Mom loves my wife. I'm sure my wife is in my parents will and I'm not!) All three of us were talking about Lebanese food and my wife says "I like lesbian food". My Mom and I just looked at each other and it took my wife a few seconds to realize what she said. 9 years later we still laugh about that!
Hmm.. isn't parental approval the kiss of death to any relationship? Oh, yah, I guess you aren't picking your mate for life as a teenager, my bad.
Wait, you have a boyfriend? I've been out of the loop longer than I thought!
You don't like to talk about poop? Why not?
Josh - That's funny! The next time I see your wife, I'm going to ask her how's the lesbian food.
Cameron - Well, anyone who reads my blog knows I talk about dog poop and baby poop with some frequency. I just don't like talking about grown-up poop with my boyfriend, who, by the way, loves to talk about poop.
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