When Mommy met Daddy: Part 3

Ok, so I’m sure you’ve all been waiting for baited breath for the next edition of this story right??? I’m going to assume most of you forgot I was even doing this because of the excitement of Birthday Bash.  So if you’ve forgotten, or if you are a new reader and never saw them in the first place, be sure to read part 1, and part 2.

So there we have it.  Our first official kiss.  On a cold night in December.  From that night, A and I spent just about every waking moment together.  Literally.  We worked together, would leave at the same time and head to his house or mine for the evening.  We’d hang out all evening, and then start all over again the next day.  For weeks I figured I’d get sick of him.  I didn’t.  And somehow?  He didn’t get sick of me either. 

And then the time came.  Meet the parents.  A had already met my parents (long story short – I invited him to lunch with my parents sometime between May and December.  I’m not sure why I did, and I am even more mystified as to why he said yes.  I guess it’s just one of those things that prove we were meant for each other) and it was totally uneventful.  The first time I was slated to meet his parents was his birthday “party”.  Coincidentally, that was also the first time I’d be meeting a lot of his friends.  Nervous doesn’t describe the way I felt.  I stressed about what to wear.  I worried that I wouldn’t make a perfect impression.  A planned a cooking class.  Us and 10 friends (his parents included) headed to a professional chef’s house for the lesson.  The first thing she did was split us into groups of 4.  Can you guess what my group was?  That’s right – me, A, and his parents.  We made rissoto.  As if meeting your boyfriend’s parents for the first time wasn’t stressful enough, now you’re going to throw in rissoto?  You know, something SUPER easy to screw up by burning, or cooking too long, or too short, or any NUMBER OF MISTAKES FOR THE NEW GIRLFRIEND TO MAKE?!?!?!?! Oh, that’s right – I didn’t mention… A and I may have started spending more time together in December… but we didn’t put a label on our relationship until January.  His birthday is January 12th.  So I was still worried I’d screw up things with A andnow had risotto, parents, and friends to worry about too.  The risotto turned out fine.  The night turned out fine.  The dinner we learned to cook was fabulous.  The risotto turned out perfectly and everything was splendid. 

After dinner we headed off to a nearby bar.  On the way there, A’s Dad and Mom were walking behind A and I.  A’s Dad said something in German and I just about died of nervousness.  Unable to know what he had said I assumed it was about me since he chose to speak in German instead of English.  I wondered if it was something good or bad.  Worried that he didn’t approve of my outfit.  Or that he hated me.  For the record:  he was actually yelling at A for not holding my hand.  Which in retrospect, is pretty hilarious.

So we had fun at the bar.  A great time actually.  I got along with his friends, got along with his family, and just had fun in general.  Not nearly as much fun as the Birthday Boy had… but fun ;)   A and I had already made plans to spend the night at one of his friend’s house.  It was walking distance from the bar, and so there was no reason for either of us to stay sober.  I don’t totally remember how it happened – but we ended up walking to his friend’s by ourselves.  I will never forget that walk.  It was only 3 blocks or so – but it took us about 20 minutes because A had a lot on his mind. 

A decided to tell me “I heart you”.  Which sorta stopped me in my tracks.  It wasn’t love… it was heart… WHAT in the world was that supposed to mean???  I hadn’t a clue.  But I didn’t have to wonder for long.  Because he went on to explain “it’s like… I know it’s way to early to say the L word.  But I feel like I know you.  I feel like we’ve been best friends for a long time.  It’s too early to say I love you… but saying I heart you is different right?  It’s not as serious.  So don’t get scared.  I’m not pushing anything.  I’m just saying – I more than like you.  I heart you.”  Yes, that cleared things up didn’t it??  It didn’t really matter to me what he was saying.  The point was clear… I was more than just “some girl from work” to him. 

We continued walking and A asked me if I’d go to Greece with him that summer.  A’s Grandmother still lives in Greece – and he had been going every other year.  I of course assumed he was drunk and just talking.  So I told him yes.  I told him I’d love to go to Greece with him.  We alked back to his friend’s, went to sleep and went back to normal the very next day.  I didn’t hear word of Greece again for months.  I hadn’t really expected to, so I wasn’t too upset.

And then he sent me the itinerary.  10 days in Greece.  4 with his Grandmother… 3 at Mykonos, and 3 at Santorini.  Yeah.  You read that right.  A 10 day vacation.  With my new boyfriend.  Who remembered a drunken conversation.  Who remembered me saying I’d let him take me to Greece.  But didn’t remember that I had only said that because I thought for sure he would forget. 

*I’m looking for a picture to add to this post.  Sorry it’s not here.  It’s one of my favorites, but I can’t find a copy of it on our hardrives… if it comes down to it, I’ll scan the printed copy I have :)

To be continued…

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One Response to When Mommy met Daddy: Part 3

  1. Sara R says:

    Aww I love these stories LOL

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