The deepest meeting.

I’ve dated for the past few months. It’s past getting to know one another, first kisses, etc. and sort of want to take it to the next level. I kept figure out when the right time is to introduce my mate to the folks. Frankly, first and foremost ask myself am I serious about this person or is this just a fling. I don't want to overload my parents with my flings because ‘bad things’ could happen.

The decision to introduce boyfriend to own parents is a big step. It means relationship is teetering toward commitment, and it's time to see if my special guy is going to get along with my family. First impressions are more than often the imprinted impressions in people's brains.

I have talking to family and defined my relationship. To me, that is if I've never established whether me two are together or just sleeping together, it could get mighty awkward when my parents refer to him as a boyfriend. So prepared to explain, and make sure it's not a surprise to parents, Shawn or me. I do set some rules tell Shawn how to act. Let him know whether to address my parents by their first names or aunty and uncle.

Announce ourselves. My parents will probably want to tidy up the house and be a little prepared before I show up with the new love of your life.

Make things comfortable. Act as a friendly liaison between my possibly petrified boyfriend and my wary parents. Share family stories, introduce people, spark up conversation, tell my parents stories about me and boyfriend, and let him chime in. But … No politics. No religion. No sex.

It’s really different I met Shawn’s family, relatives and his friends. I met mostly all of ‘them’ out today freely.

Pick easy topics of conversation with his young cousins.
Catch out movie with his close friends and their girlfriends. (It’s weird at the 1st time.)

Of course, I settled some rules to myself too and learned from Shawn about his backgrounds and characters in his life.

Just remember the first time I went to Shawn’s house at night have been chased out of house once his Mum was alone. His Mum probably got sort of mental depression illness, likewise she hardly bring herself towards neither the crowed, nor stranger like me…. And she don’t like visitor at night! Dress cord is avoided black. Okay, I was getting out. His Dad told me not to bother too much though. A little of frightened but I know Aunty is more frightened more than I want to know her.


Most of all, I’m out to show these people that I am the kind of person who will respect and care about their little prince. Prove that their baby is in safe hands and I’m halfway there.