No time to write because my weekend was taken up with the parental visit, during which The Dude was introduced to the parents for the first time. The short version is this: The Dude loved my parents, my parents loved The Dude, and the whole thing was comfortable and relaxed and great. Oh, and I made this as the main dish, and it was phenomenal.
All in all, I couldn’t have hoped for it to go better. The Dude said afterwards, “I didn’t think it would be so fun! It was one of the most fun nights I’ve had in a long time!” My mom said afterwards, “He’s so funny! And cute!” G. said, “He’s good. He’s a good guy. Open.” (G. also gave my mom the thumbs up after only about 10 minutes, according to my mom’s report. My mom also reported last night, “G. hasn’t said a single negative thing about him,” which, frankly, is a big deal, because usually G. likes to say the negative things to my mom, if there are negative things to say.)
And me? What were my opinions about everything and everybody? On the one hand, I knew that it would be fine. What nerves I had were really less about how it would go than about what it all “meant.” Because I don’t just let dudes meet my family. And The Dude doesn’t just meet parents unless it “means” something. So. On the other hand, I didn’t really think I cared as much as I did about it going well, and after it went so exceptionally well I was surprised at how important that was.
So after all was said and done, The Dude and I had a big phone conversation about us and the future and how happy we are together and lots of mushy things. We’re not rushing into anything, and I’ve still got to meet his parents in the next week or two, but at least at the present moment, it seems like we are on a path to something quite… permanent-ish. Which is quite a shock for both of us, and an idea that’s going to take some getting used to 🙂