Meeting the boyfriend’s parents

GASP!

Don’t GASP because I’m not meeting the boyfriend’s parents but it did get your attention, I hope. Oh and boyfriend hope I didn’t give you a scare . Well this drastic topic was provoked by a similar caption in the Vogue magazine (yes I’m a faithful reader of the VOGUE) which after much deliberation was read by an overeager me. The article had a lot of brand names that could be utilized when some poor girl goes to ‘meet the parents’. Unfortunately since I live in Sri Lanka and don’t care too much for brand names (but, Body Shop rocks) I decided to reveal all in my blog about what I think is the perfect way to meet the parents.

(SFX: Drum Roll) Don’t meet the parents!!

Ok joking I wish life was like that but unfortunately most men are momma’s boys so one day Mother Dearest will have to be dealt with. When that day dawns I’m going to hide under my bed, and anyone who comes looking for me will be unmercifully poked with a broom.

Actually come to think of it, I haven’t met a parent who hasn’t liked me, most of my male friends parents love me so much that they think I should marry their sons. Which makes me wonder what they used in their tea (because they sure don’t know what I did with them when they had their backs turned (kidding, I’m not a bad girl, just kicked the family cat and occasionally kicked the guy)).

Anyway the last episode of meet the parents was when I liked this guy and he liked me (whatever happened with that no one knows, or rather I do but won’t tell) and then one day I ran into him at a mall. He was with Mother Dearest. I froze because I was in my scruffy sneakers, with the laces undone, hair all in a mess and a tee which said “Rock on”. Boy what an impression!! Picture this… I saw him, had this big smile on my face, then I saw his mom, tried to do a U turn, stumbled on my laces, and did a little ‘oopsie I nearly fell but I’m alright dance’. He came up to me and asked me if I was all right. So I casually remarked saying I was but my shoes weren’t, lame! His mom, who had caught all this, walked over and said “hello, I’m (So and So) mum”. I nod and (So and So) quickly introduces me to her, So and So also decided on the spur of the moment to invite me to lunch with them. I mean come on… so I politely say I can’t but mom insists that I come. Oh boy!! So I go and we have a really good time and guess what I didn’t have to behave all prim and proper, I was just myself, I even managed to spill sauce on my ‘rock on’ tee. So the point of this story is basically just be yourself, dress conservatively though, heard short skirts and cleavage showing tops are a big no in today’s parent meeting society. But I’m all for meeting the parents somewhere else apart from home. And damnit I will wear my jeans when I meet them.

My mum: For goodness sake wear the white dress with pink flowers

Me: No, black dress and that’s final!

Mum: Are you going to a funeral?

Me: I will be if his parents don’t like me.

This conversation will never happen because secretly she will wish that ‘his’ parents won’t like me because she doesn’t like him. So jeans it is then!!