It may surprise you to know that I've never actually met the parents of anyone I've ever gone out with, other than my very first "boyfriend" in high school. (I put that in quotes, because I don't think we did anything under the watchful eye of his parents other than hold hands.) But in that particular case I HAD to meet them because neither of us could drive.
But, even the guy I went out with on/off for eleven years... Nope. Never met his parents. And we lived only about 5 miles from each other. (But, that's a whole 'nother can of worms too. His family dynamics were messed up.)
I met Mr.2Young's mother today. These are the hazards of living in a small town where everyone works at one of 3 places.
His mother is my random colleague's assistant. (The one who set us up. Who is objecting to being called a "Random Colleague" on this blog. So... We'll call him Ramses.)
I have super-randomly been assigned to a committee that Ramses is chairing and that Mr.2Young's mother is assisting.
It was sssslllliggggttlly awkward, if only because I had no idea if she knew of my existence or not. (Not that there's any reason for her to, but I get the feeling that Mr.2young is the kind of person who tells his parents everything.)
It was a very brief hello. I went back to Ramses' office after the meeting, and when I left Mom2young asked if I wanted to stay for tea and cookies. (This is not as weird as it sounds. Ramses' office has tea and cookies every day at 4pm. Actually, lots of places on this campus do. We even have an endowment specifically for tea and cookies. It's my favorite endowment.)
I rushed out of there with the excuse of too much work. Which is not a lie but a stretch. I could have sat down and had tea, but I felt so awkward.
Mr.2Young texted me afterward to tell me that his mother was really nervous to meet me.
That's... not what I expected.
I told him his mother was probably thinking I was way too old for him. He said no, but asked if that's what *I* was thinking.
I said yes... but that I was trying to overlook it because he seems like such a great guy.
It's hard for me to let someone like me. I'm working on it. I haven't canceled our sunday plans, which is kind of my panicky inclination to do.
It's a work in progress.