Originally Posted by
Altenweg
Are we sharing a brain Stringer? ;)
I remember the first time R came to meet my mom and dad. The poor guy had it pretty bad.
My dad loved to kid. He loved to make the guys I brought home really nervous.
The meeting started off with R coming in and stepping on the dog. Not a good start. The dog yiked and limped off. The fact that the dog came back was a great sign. My dog hated every guy before that. He never came to any of them, but here's R, stepping on him and Silver still came back for cuddles.
My dad asked him a million questions. Stupid things like "do you like hockey?", "have you ever been arrested?", "were you charged?", "what do you plan on doing with my little girl?".
It went downhill from there.
When R and I had been together for 2 months my parents decided that they wanted to go on vacation during the summer, to Penticton. They wanted me to come.
In typical teen fashion I refused to go unless my boyfriend could go. There was no way I was going to spend 2 weeks without him. I'd die! ;)
So they agreed. My mom called R's mom to ask if it was okay. It was all set.
Then came the clincher. R and I didn't want to stay in the motorhome. My parents went to bed before the sun went down. We had a car, we were young, there was a nice city with clubs, we wanted to go out and have fun. So we decided to take the tent along. My mom and dad flipped. No way were we going to sleep together in the tent. My Uncle was going to be there, what would he say?
After a lot of talking, some begging, a bit of crying and a lot of promises, they agreed to let us both sleep in the tent. My dad however decided that a little man to boy talk was in order.
The conversation went something like this;
"If my daughter gets pregnant. If she so much has a hickey on her neck or a bruise on her lips, I just went you to know that I'm Hungarian, I have friends, I also know people with acres of land. I have a shovel and a gun and I doubt anyone will miss you. Now have fun!"
Poor R. I'm surprised we ever got married. Funny thing is, my dad adored him. On his death bed my dad said "I couldn't have picked someone better for my daughter. I know that you'll take care of her. I don't have to worry that she'll be okay. You are the man I wanted for her."
Darnit, now I'm crying. Stupid memories. :(
