Tomorrow, I meet my boyfriend's parents. I'm not shitting bricks, but I would be lying if I didn't say I was a little bit nervous. Honestly...I'm having a little trouble with the actualization that I really like someone and they really like me. What a crazy turn of events from a year ago. But that's not what this blog is about, it's about his parents
Mind you they seem like lovely people via Facebook pictures and word of mouth. I realized I must really like him because of what a huge undertaking this seems to be. I want to make a great impression. I want them to like me. Sure I want everyone to like me, and parent's I met in the past I wanted to like me....but for some reason I REALLY want them to give me the okay.
I'd also be lying if I said them being Jewish and me being black didn't make me a little more nervous. Though, by all means, I shouldn't be about that. My boyfriend is Jewish and he is as happy as a clam with me. I'm glad we are all meeting in the city for brunch before my boyfriend's play. At least this way I won't bring the wrong bottle of wine or have to bring a gift at all. Oh God! The day will also come that I have to go to Long Island to have dinner with them!! I just thought about that! -_-' *massive panic attack*
Well we will see. I'm sure everything will go fine. I have no doubt that they will like me, my boyfriend says they will LOVE me. I'm still just a tad bit nervous.... I mean...if there is any such thing as the one...he sure is crossing out a bunch of awesome qualities on that list... I've already told him that I want to take it one step at a time. So let's not even go there!! Let you know how it went later.
