Meet The Von Bosoms
June 6th 2006 14:29
Meeting your partner’s parents is one of the scariest things you’ll ever have to face. And sometimes there are circumstances to make it that much worse. The first time I got to meet Mr. X’s mum was stumbling out of his bedroom in the morning. It’s not the way it sounds at all, but it was the way it looked that worried me! But I loved his parents, and we all got along great, and now I was torn from that comfort zone and about to meet a whole new set of parental units.
It really doesn’t help knowing that you’re the closet lesbian lover of their teenage daughter, and wondering if they know it too. Supposedly they didn’t. But all those late night phone calls, the visits to Sydney, the tales of clubbing on Oxford St., and now the sleepovers. In her bedroom, which is pink and has lace and dolls and frills and really made me feel like I was committing statutory rape. I wasn’t, I promise, but making out on her bed and trying to be really quiet because her parents were next door brought back memories of all the things I never actually did in highschool.
Or when her mum caught me on the way back to bedroom with a jar of rum and chocolate sauce. That was awkward, though we both politely pretended that no one noticed. The second night I stayed there, there was a sleeping bag pointedly left in the corner. Needless to say it remained rolled-up.
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Comment by Cibbuano
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teenage? Jesus, are you committing stat. rape?
Comment by Lia
Then again, my Mum keeps a room for me at home with sunshiny yellow walls, and cut-outs of puppies and kittens everywhere, and a funky fairy bedspread. So who can throw stones?
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really? puppies and kittens? Or are you exaggerating?
I can't laugh about the fairy bedspread, since I brought my superman blanket to Australia!
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