Meeting the parents

This weekend, the BF and I decided to take a trip to Baltimore. We've been seeing each other a lot lately in anticipation for the longggg time that I would be away for (more on that later). Once I decided I was going, I told him I told him I wanted to meet his people. He's met and hung out with all my people in New York and I was interested to see how he is with his. His included his parents.

I don't know why I was so nervous. I guess it's a big deal when you're meeting someone who is important to the person who is important to you. I've met numerous amounts of parents, but they are usually attached to my gay friends with not much pressure. They all happen to love me and I'm sure not only because I'm amazing but they are secretly hoping I will turn their son straight- and who can blame them? These boobs are monumental.

Anyway. It happened. I met them and again, I have no idea why I was so nervous. They are one of the most adorable couples I've ever met (I love love love when a couple has been married for 20+ years and you can still see they adore each other). I was so excited, I wanted to hug them (which I actually did) and beg them to adopt me. I probably came off quite silly, but no matter.

Next Step: Him meeting my parents. yikes. That's going to be an adventure! Stay tuned.