The Boy His Parents Want Me to Marry
(sequel to: The Boy My Parents Want Me to Marry: http://laniekayaleese.livejournal.com/50880.html)
If this were Victorian England, our parents would have arranged the marriage already.
Being totally jokingly serious here.
The McGinty family - who I stayed with for two and a half weeks in Sapporo, Japan; who I spent Thanksgiving with last year; who comes over to our house whenever they are in Houston and I, vice versa - stopped by this evening for a dinner of King Ranch Chicken. Yum.
As they left this evening and I was walking up the stairs, mom commented on how Mrs. McGinty [acts like she] wishes she could make me her daughter-in-law. Seeing as she only has one son who is not romantically tied off, that really only leads the youngest one who my dad had determined, after their first meeting, was the [kind of] guy he wanted me to marry.
Pee-Ess, they never have said anything remotely like this about me and any other guy ever. Seeing as he is both an Aggie, Texan, Born-and-raised in Japan, Christian - the serious type, Student Council President for everything, and is easier to talk to than anyone I have ever met in my life, I really can't blame them. He is kind of amazing.
Still, utterly Victorian. We have only ever been good friends (as I may have mentioned, it would be quite difficult to be anything but friends with such a person).
But then, here is an oddity; he usually comes with them for dinner, but couldn't tonight. He is off on the ski slopes of Colorado with some friends. I admit that I am about to go and do something similar.
Life is funny.