Meet the Parents

Yup. I'm going through with it.

I'm meeting Sixty's family.

I'm admittedly a tad nervous, but also pretty excited. He is super close with his family and naturally talks about them frequently, so I'm anxious to see what they're like in person.

He's actually only able to introduce me to his mother and younger brother (he's the middle child) - and not his dad. His father is a truck driver and out on the road all the time, so naturally he won't be able to make it.

He brought it up during dinner. We ate out last night, and during drinks, he mentioned his going home this weekend. (His family lives about an hour and a half away.) As he was telling me this, I was trying to act like I didn't care. But really? I did. A lot.

You see, Sixty is having major surgery on the 19th. I have asked off from work so I could be there for it. I mean, he'd need a caregiver for a bit, right? Only problem: His mother and brother were planning on coming for it, too.

I really didn't want our first meeting to be when Sixty wasn't exactly coherent.

But if I didn't come - just to avoid this awkward meeting - you don't think his mother wouldn't be saying "Well, she's not much of a girlfriend if she doesn't come to your surgery, now is she, Sixty?"

So this meet-the-parents deal solves that problem.

The next problem? What in the world do I wear?!