Meet the Parents
Tonight is the night. My parents are due to touch down at JFK airport at 10:45 p.m. If you ask me if I’ve had the opportunity to parent-proof the house, the answer is simply – NO! Making matters worse, I haven’t even unpacked the boxes from my move, the porn sits in their original move box and there are several “toys” still strewn around the apartment. Tonight, I have to bolt home and toss the unmentionables into my car trunk and put up as many of my clothes as possible, put away my dishes and clean my bathroom and kitchen. The last thing I need to hear is, “Cocoa baby, you’re really turning into a slob.” Keep your fingers crossed that the week goes without a hitch. As many of you know, virtually all of my personality traits come from my mommy and putting us together for a week normally ends up with us having a blast and irritating most of the people around us. I’ve stocked up on some sleep aids to insure a good time is had by all.
I’ve been fighting the logical progression of my relationship with BD. I surmised that to get the maximum amount of pleasure with the minimum amount of bullshit I had to keep it light and keep all conversations revolving around our growing partnership to myself. The passion, the laughter, the utter sense that our connection is so perfect, had me checking any serious emotions at the door. Basically, I felt that when something is going well, you don’t have to dissect it to see the mechanics of what keeps the clock ticking. Last night we decided to have a romantic evening together before the folks arrive. We would take a hot bath together; listen to some great music and curl up together to watch some old flicks we both wanted to see. Instead, the evening took an odd turn. First, we were like two sex-starved maniacs and went at it non-stop for over two hours. When we finally collapsed into each other’s embrace, he lay staring at me in the dim afterglow of it all – the light of the stereo serving as the faint beacon outlining the other’s physique. As we faced each other in a warm embrace he said, “Can I be honest?” I felt my legs tense up and my hairs stand on end knowing that he was going to break the silent agreement to just enjoy the ride. “Sure you can pa,” I replied. “I’m scared,” he said. His words just sat out there; as if they needed no response. Knowing full well what he meant, I decided it might be best to play dumb and asked, “What are you scared of?” He ran his hands down my body and I could feel the heat in his hands as they went over the curve from my waist to my hips. “I didn’t want to admit this, but I’m falling for you really bad. I guess you can say I’m open. Normally, I would run, but I just don’t want to run. I’ve just never met anyone like you,” he blurted. I felt the cold of the air conditioning on my teeth as I smiled. “I just don’t want to say it…,” I said. “Say what?” he asked. “I feel the same way and I just don’t want to ruin this,” I stammered. “Why now,” he asked. Intuitively, I knew what he was asking and said, “Because we’re ready for each other now. I can appreciate you now. I can treat you the way you deserve – now.” He said, “You’re right. With what we’ve been through, this is the perfect time.” We both hugged tightly and began softly kissing each other. It wasn’t long before we were sealing our new revelations with some more love making. Just after 11 p.m., we got up, jumped in my car and stopped at a drive-thru for some sinful fast food to replenish the burned calories. Exhaustion officially had set in and we laughed like two drunks. “So you think I should come over and meet the in-laws,” he asked. “Sure. I think you’re ready to meet the originals.” I dropped BD in front of his crib and he leaned over to kiss me goodnight. As I shifted into first gear, then second, I realized that just like the gears in my car, we had moved forward as well. I licked my lips to taste his sweet kiss again and thought, “Yeah, you can’t get very far in first gear.
Everyone seems to have a different relationship with their parents. Some are like friends, while others are more like estranged acquaintances.
Given the opportunity to talk about anything, what would you want to openly discuss or ask your parents?
Keep passin’ the open windows…