Meet The Parents

Oh-Oh. Though when one of my girl friends asked me whether or not I was going to be nervous about it, I said no. But I was, and I didn’t even realise it.

Recently I’d been busy pampering myself – deep conditioning my hair and tomato masking my face and just recently, body scrubbing my body all over. I just didn’t want to look shabby in front of my future in-laws. Though my beau kept telling me that I looked nice already, I go, “Yeah well I just want to look nicer. What if they saw me and they think I look shabby?”

And I hadn’t even gone through the clothing attires yet. I wondered how much of a freak I’d be when I get to that point. I imagined I’d drive himself crazy going, “Is this nice? What about this, will this go with the meet-the-parents theme thing? This top is not too tight, izzit?”

Sometimes, we fear so much of what others think about us, even though most of the time we don’t even know those people that well. And we tend to forget about the one who is closest to us, who will think of us as a goddess no matter what state we’re in.

When he finally said, “Hunny just relax. As soon as we get there I’m gonna take you out to the best noodle restaurant, and then we’d go eat here…. and there …. and to that restaurant where we can see the whole city from the top…. and the one near the beach …I can’t wait to take you around and show my city to you!”

I gasped and go,”Ohmigod. I’m gonna put on so much weight!”

Sigh. Women.