MTF

I have had romance on my mind for a couple of days now. My current love interest is coming up later this week to MEET. THE. FAM. (mtf) In a previous post, I had mentioned the early MTF on his side back when I was at school still, and yes, a month later, a backpacking trip to Europe, rocky relations with exes, new jobs, and haphazard communication... I'm sitting here with little baby butterflies fluttering in my stomach all over again. Honestly, I'm excited to see if the sparks that once were so surprising, fun, and easy are still there. Oh and he's just super handsome, in my opinion, so there's a little added ulterior motives present as well...

I feel as though that in this day and age, meeting the parents of a significant other really is a big deal. For myself and many of my fellow twenty-something females, in general we want the man we bring home to be genuinely liked. Society/ Mom and Dad's constant insistence on my independence, self-worth, and limitless happiness have forced a pretty high standard in my "book" (okay novel), and I'm pretty okay with that. I mean, why the hell not? I've spent the last 21/22 years trying to perfect myself, I'd hope I take enough pride in it and enjoy some decent, honest, fun, and loving attention out of someone. I think this guy has the potential at the moment.

The reality is, though, is that I was never afraid to meet HIS family. In fact, his mother reached across the dinner table at his celebratory graduation dinner and basically blessed my soul (this is while Nanna kept chattering on about God only knows WHAT right next to me). His incredibly hot 25 year old brother sat across from me-- a clear distraction, and the rehab/crazy history I know about his 27 year old plastic-surgery filled blonde bombshell of a sister kind of distracted me as well. At least I didn't feel as awkward as his Dad's new wife (and third, I learned later) probably did... but who am I to say. The few glances he and I stole were those of sympathy (maybe his more of pleading help in the clenched grip of his grandma's hand on his chin half of the night).

But needless to say, I feel like my relatively normal family will be more Switzerland for him. and He'll be fine.