I may not have mentioned it, but today I had my remeet the family dinner. I was told chili was going to be served, so in preparation I went out and got a red and white wine to pair to the meal. I mentally prepped myself of all family appropriate subjects and even had Superman brief me on all the family happenings. By the time I showed up I knew everyone's middle name and blood type. I was set.
I arrived and let his mother and stepfather know what wines I chose, why they paired well, and a brief history of what vineyards they came from. They all seemed very impressed, even SM. Did I mention I have my PhD in making people love me? We sat around and chatted about the inauguration, and watched the SAG awards and commented on the all. I should mention his family is one of the original founders of Charlotte and on the upper crusty side. I wooed them with all my witty comments and informative insights to all the film and their stars. SM's aunt finally showed up, so we all sat down to eat. she whispered across the table "I'm happy you are together again." I've so got this in the bag!
The dinner conversation was a little racier than the one's at my family's dinner table. The one conversation that continued to come up was interracial dating. This is always a touchy subject, but I ceased control of the subject as quickly as possible. To show I am progressive, true, and still traditional I told them my view was that I am not usually attracted to other races, I'm not against it whatsoever. The room grew silent as I knew all eyes fell on me. That arose the question of did I have relations with [insert N bombs]? I answered honestly which turned into how many sexual partners I've had. Can't say I was honest but what was I supposed to do, let them know their son's boyfriend had been a slut once upon a time. I may have bluffed a bit and used a killer poker face as they all bought it. To use a baseball analogy that would be ball one right? The rest of the evening went peachy as I realized nothing was too over the top or vulgar for this family. I was in heaven. Finally after five hours I had to go home. This is where my night turned bad.
With mine and SM's reuniting I've made some adjustments to me speed dial. I texted what I thought was Chocolate Snatch to let her know about my evening. The text was as followed...
I had an amazing time with his family. I just never realized how racist they are.
No sooner had I done it when SM's text alarm went off and so did the alarm in my head. FUCK!!! If I tucked and rolled out of a moving car would it be enough to distract him from his phone? Too late. He read it and gave me a face that melted my heart.
"That was meant for someone else?"
"Yeah [Chocolate Snatch]."
"....(smile)I love you."
Then he just kept driving and held my hand. WHAT?! This is the second time he has ever told me he loved me and the first time it was not provoked by me. What is his damn problem? That's when I realized he really has changed and cares for me. It may be bad luck or a real Freudian slip, but that's when I knew this was going somewhere. Oh, and I found out his mother wants to do dinner every Sunday night. Looking foreword to it!
Bradley James
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2 comments:
Lol...you crack me up. That was a major chick-flick moment too.
It's true, too -- you DO have this strange way of making people love you. Teach me your secrets, seriously. And this was a great story, but then again, I think the mouth agape/hug of shame I gave you when I heard it told you as such.
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