Friendster Guy and my Mom met for the first time this weekend. That leaves only 5 more parents to go between the two of us.
My Mom said, "He seems very nice but it's hard to tell because he's so quiet. But that's probably a good thing because between you, me and your siblings it's impossible to get a word in edgewise in our family anyway."
There might as well be someone listening to the rest of us. That job is now filled by my brother-in-law, P. It took me years before P and I ever had a conversation and it's still pretty sporadic. My family is loud and fast. And small in stature. My Mom's only 4'11". I feel bad for Friendster Guy when he finally gets the full effect of all 10-12 of us at once. It's like entering Munchkin Land complete with dancing and sound effects. As an only child it took my X years to get used to all the motion and frenzy and overlapping conversations without wanting to hide. He slowly uncurled from fetal just in time for the divorce. But my family has adopted him as their own. He's going down for my sister's college graduation party with my whole family. And I'm not even going to be there!
Anyway, on slight prompting my Mom admitted that Friendster Guy was cute too. Which he is, and handsome to boot. Not just that, but we look cute together if I do say so myself. He sent me a picture of the two of us from this weekend and I swear to god I opened it like 20 times at work today just to look at us - or rather him. I showed it to anyone who stopped in my office. Luckily, the only people who stopped by were at least vaguely interested in the Sassy Pants/Friendster Guy saga. I sat there giggling, giddy, and goofy for half the day. I guess those behavior don't go away, no matter how mature you think you might be. Tee hee! : )
My Mom said, "He seems very nice but it's hard to tell because he's so quiet. But that's probably a good thing because between you, me and your siblings it's impossible to get a word in edgewise in our family anyway."
There might as well be someone listening to the rest of us. That job is now filled by my brother-in-law, P. It took me years before P and I ever had a conversation and it's still pretty sporadic. My family is loud and fast. And small in stature. My Mom's only 4'11". I feel bad for Friendster Guy when he finally gets the full effect of all 10-12 of us at once. It's like entering Munchkin Land complete with dancing and sound effects. As an only child it took my X years to get used to all the motion and frenzy and overlapping conversations without wanting to hide. He slowly uncurled from fetal just in time for the divorce. But my family has adopted him as their own. He's going down for my sister's college graduation party with my whole family. And I'm not even going to be there!
Anyway, on slight prompting my Mom admitted that Friendster Guy was cute too. Which he is, and handsome to boot. Not just that, but we look cute together if I do say so myself. He sent me a picture of the two of us from this weekend and I swear to god I opened it like 20 times at work today just to look at us - or rather him. I showed it to anyone who stopped in my office. Luckily, the only people who stopped by were at least vaguely interested in the Sassy Pants/Friendster Guy saga. I sat there giggling, giddy, and goofy for half the day. I guess those behavior don't go away, no matter how mature you think you might be. Tee hee! : )
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