Meet the parents
So I finally met Fuzzy's dad and stepmom last night, and it was good, but I think I'm kinda glad I didn't get more than an hour's notice, because - gack! - I actually found myself getting nervous. Which is kind of silly, and I don't really recall ever being nervous to meet anyone else's parents. Maybe it's because I really want this to last, and therefore it's more important to me that his parents like me, even though I'm reasonably confident they kind of did anyway, just for making Fuzzy happy. Of course, they could still not dig me in person, and so I was nervous. And now that I've finally met his dad? Well, I still don't really know what he thinks. I didn't get a whole lot of chance to interact, because they discussed family members a fair bit, and as I don't know any of them, I didn't really have much to contribute. So now I'm hoping they don't think I'm a boring lump. Ah well. I'm still looking forward to having a long enough visit that I have time to take his dad out for a beer and leave Fuzzy behind. Then we'll get to know each other a little better, and with any luck I'll get a better idea of what he thinks.