What Are Your Intentions?
Has meeting your girlfriend or boyfriend’s parents always been as scary as we make it out to be today?
I sincerely wonder if back in colonial times heading to your fling or intended’s house was one of the scariest moments of your life, aside from, you know, living on the frontier with the constant threat of dying from warring tribes, wild animals, and even the common cold.
These days, who isn’t familiar with the idea of the father cleaning his shotgun as a teenage suitor comes to his house to pickup the daughter for a date? Why is it that parents, and stereotypically fathers, are so scary?
If you’re a parent, you might already be experiencing the flip side of that first date where the teenagers are so nervous you probably feel sorry for them. Or perhaps you don’t feel sorry for the new boyfriend or girlfriend at all as you care only about making sure your own child is happy while still ensuring they make the right choices.
Young love is silly, confused, overdramatic, and often beautiful in its own way, and one thing is for sure: it makes for GREAT stories.
Do these remind you of dating as a teen or having fun as a parent?
Sunflower1237: My son is 15 and recently had his first girlfriend. A couple of months ago, I was driving them home from school and asking about their day. The girlfriend started explaining that they were learning about the holocaust in their WWII unit when this exchange took place:
Girlfriend: The holocaust was horrible! It should have never happened to the Jews; it should have happened to the Muslims instead.
Me: after a quick break-check WHAT?!
Girlfriend: It should have happened to the Muslims instead.
Me: No. Something like the holocaust shouldn’t have happened to anyone at any time.
Girlfriend: I just don’t like Muslims.
Me: Have you ever met one?
Girlfriend: No, but I just don’t like them.
After dropping her off, I had a talk with my son about how the opinions of others should not influence our own.
Two days later he broke up with her…. Because she wanted him to go vegan like her. He loves bacon too much to ever give it up. I was very proud of him.
OlStickInTheMud: Not a parent but my sister circa 2006, she was in high school and bringing her (we knew emo) boyfriend to dinner. Whatever. What took the cake and had the whole family looking at each other like no f***ing way was: He showed up with my sister. He had the long jet black hair swept across one side of his face, the piercing and classic emo of the time look. He walked in our house, family in the living room. Without saying a word, he set up a small fender amp and pulled out his Fender Squire plastered in band stickers and started playing a My Chemical Romance song. Terrible at guitar, terrible voice and the song was about losing love, but some how interpreted it as his love for my sister. When he finished we couldn’t even pretend to have liked it. He got embarrassed and my sister and him stormed out. They dated for a whole f***ing year.