East Meets West
I thought I had raised the shields, but Friday night BD and I talked for hours about where we are, where we’re going and how we feel. It started off as the usual jokey-joke fest, but ended up with a serious conversation about how our feelings have grown and we really care. I, again, opted for less running-of-the-mouth and more listening and thankfully, all my fears were laid to rest. “I’m not seeing anyone but you,” he mentioned and the words washed over me like a soothing hot bath. I explained to him that as much as I was fighting to keep my feelings at bay, I somehow managed to reach the point where I care what he does when he’s not with me. He shot back with, “I think of no one else – when you’re with me and when you’re not.” So it was out there. On Saturday morning BD texted that, “Our conversation last night was deep. I’m glad you told me how you feel. To be honest, I’m not letting you get away from me this time, so sit back and know that no one is coming between us.” I simply shot back, “It’s all you pa. The feelings are mutual.” From there on, there were various sexy texts throughout the day, culminating in a late-night convo. Today, he called to say he was going to do a little shopping and wanted to stop by. I told him my parents were out, but would be returning in another couple of hours and he said, he just wanted to drop something off for me. I took a hot bath, threw on some you-hittin’-this shorts and was at the door within the first buzz. He walked in and we dabbled in my bedroom before he pulled out my birthday gift. An IPod Nano! “Thanks for such a great gift,” I gushed. He smiled wide and we began making love right then and there. My phone rang and it was mom saying they were on their way back to my apartment. BD was busy making my eyes roll to the back of my head and I simply told mom that maybe she wanted to stop by the hospital before returning to the apartment to check out her sick friend. There was a pause and that light-bulb moment before she responded, “That sounds like a good idea. We’ll be back at the house in an hour.” I let out a slight moan before saying, “Sounds good, I’ll see you guys here. Please call me before you pull up.” BD and I went for broke and then lay across my bed wasted. His eyes looked chinky as if though we could probably fall into a nice nap. Instead, we jumped out of bed, washed up, sprayed Lysol to avoid the ewwww-y’all-are-nasty look from my parents before heading out to the store. We shopped for dinner, had a few private slap on the butt-and-kiss-in-the-aisle moments before returning to the apartment. BD met my parents and his fear of the folks disappeared. As we were sitting in my living room, his arm across my thigh, my mom unexpectedly walked in. A quick pull-away would’ve been awkward, so BD sat there and just smiled at mom, who simply asked, “You guys want coffee?” I stood up and said, “Ma, BD doesn’t drink coffee. Besides, I’m driving him home.” Mom called my dad from the bedroom who shook hands with BD and mom kissed him on the cheek before sending us on our way. It was a great day…The greatest gift wasn’t the IPod; it was the open and positive interaction between my parents and BD. As I dropped him at his crib, he leaned over and kissed me before saying, “You know right?” I grinned and said, “Yeah, I know.” I winked at him as I pulled off and he waved. I looked in my rearview mirror to him staring behind my car as I pulled away.
Do you care if your family has a relationship with your significant other?
Keep passin’ the open windows…