Okay, so, this whole “my son’s girlfriend” thing… It’s been a journey, let me tell you. It all started, innocently enough, with my son, Mark, mentioning he was seeing someone. “Cool,” I thought. “He’s growing up.” Didn’t think much of it at first.
Then came the first meeting. We invited her over for dinner. Standard stuff, you know? I spent the whole day cleaning, even the parts of the house nobody ever sees. My wife, bless her heart, cooked up a storm. We were both nervous, wanting to make a good impression.
The Dinner
- Prep: Hours of cleaning and cooking. Total overkill, probably.
- Arrival: She was… punctual. Five minutes early, actually. Points for that.
- First Impression: Honestly? She seemed… quiet. Really quiet. Polite, but quiet. Made small talk awkward.
- Conversation: We were pulling answers out of this girl! It went okay in the end.
My wife and I kept exchanging glances. “Is she okay?” “Does she like us?” The usual parental anxieties, I guess. The dinner itself was… fine. Nobody choked, no major spills, no awkward political debates. Success, right?
But the quietness… it lingered. We tried everything. Asked about her hobbies, her studies, her family. Short answers. Lots of “yeahs” and “nopes.” We started to wonder if she was just shy, or maybe… not that into Mark? Or us? The possibilities were endless, and all equally nerve-wracking.
After dinner, they went off to his room to “watch a movie.” My wife and I spent the next hour dissecting every interaction, every word, every facial expression. We were probably overanalyzing, but hey, that’s what parents do, right?
She left around 10 PM. Polite goodbye, a quick “thank you for dinner,” and that was it. Mark seemed happy enough, but he’s not exactly the most expressive guy either. So, we were left with… uncertainty.
Since then, she’s been over a few more times. She’s opened up a little bit, but she’s still pretty reserved. We’re getting to know her slowly. It’s a process. I guess that’s all you can ask for, really. We’re trying to be supportive, non-judgmental, and welcoming. Whether it lasts or not, that’s their business. Our job is just to be there, and maybe cook a decent meal every now and then.
