The other day I asked one boy for my stuff back and talked to another about a big milestone, flying to Texas over the holidays to meet my family. It makes me a little nervous for a few reasons, all stupid ones that show how neurotic I am.
He can’t expect going to Texas to be wildly amusing or interesting. If it were, perhaps I’d still live there. Maybe he and I would have never met. But I worry he’ll be bored and secretly feel like he wasted a lot of money. When he steps off the plane and doesn’t see a tumbleweed or cowboy, he might feel cheated. And he doesn’t celebrate Christmas. What are we supposed to do with him when we’re unwrapping gifts and emptying stockings? Loan him the car or have him collect all the bows we’re saving for next year? Isn’t that kind of awkward?
He says I really underestimate him and that he wants to meet the loved ones of the one he loves. (That’s me, apparently). It all sounds a little hippy dippy.
Am I crazy?
He’ll be the first guy I’ve dated as a full-fledged adult who I’m bringing home. And he’s such a tall loudmouth New York foodie. I think my family will love him, actually.
Best of all, I’ll be able to point from relative to relative, county road to county road and say, “This? This? This is where all the crazy comes from.”
Maybe he should visit.
Go see Four Christmases, just to lighten the mood.
Presents aren’t a big deal. I have Jewish friends that secretly do the Santa thing to make it fun for their kids. Talk to the mum about getting him a couple of thoughtful little gifts so he can experience you side of the world.
Go for it girl!! I think you will be surprised at how much he might like going home to Texas. Be proud of your home and where you came from, be proud of him and your family will adore him.
Someone once told me when I was trying to over analyze a similiar situation “Don’t anticipate, just particpate”
Take care
Thanks for the advice. After my initial freak-out, I talked to my parents. They were really understanding of my concerns and so welcoming. I think it’s a really big deal to bring a boy home, especially one who’s in New York. But now I know I want to do it. TBID’s a really good egg.
And I just typed “really” three times. Really.