day 10748: meet the kids
Roles are reversed. Tonight I get to meet the Maternal One's new beau.
As retarded as this might sound, I am completely prepared to dislike him for about two minutes for something as arbitrary and stupid as having a mustache or having big earlobes.
And then maybe I'll be supportive, or at least try to be.
How's that for poetic justice?
2 comments:
So does that make you a surly teenager meeting the mom's date for the evening? Will he have to have that talk with you about how he "doesn't want to be your Dad; I just want to be your friend"?
He has a mustache.
He has big earlobes.
He's trying too hard for a level of familiarity for someone who has only just met me.
He reminds me of my ex-stepfather.
Enough said.
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