Meeting the Folks
I think I have finally met the man of my dreams. He is tall, good looking and has a great job. Not to mention, he loves to wear great smelling aftershave. I love a man who wears aftershave, it smells so clean and fresh. A good smelling man brings a smile to my face every time.
My boyfriend's name is Bob. He is thirty three years old, while I just turned thirty years old. I don't mind the fact that he is three years older than me. I have always liked older men. Usually older than Bob, but I think Bob is the man for me.
I cooked all day long. All fucking day long. You see, Bob's parents were coming over to my place for supper. Bob wanted me to meet his mom and dad. I said that I would love to meet them and suggested that they come over to my house for supper. I don't know if that was such a good idea. I had to spend all day long cooking. I made every damn thing from scratch. Even the pasta that we ate!
Bob's family is Italian, so I made Italian food. These are the type of Italians who don't eat any other kind of food. I don't know if they are foreigners or not, but I know they love their Italian food. Bob does too, but he likes other stuff too. Bob says that nothing I cook tastes bad. I don't know if he is being nice or what. I do cook a lot of different stuff for him. He seems to like the stuff that I cook for him.
This is what actually took place.
Bob and his parents come over. Supper was just about finished, so I wasn't too worried. I am the type of woman who worries about how people will accept her. I know that some parents can be picky. The last thing I need to do is piss off his parents.
“Sure smells good in here.” Bob's dad said.
“Thanks, the food will be done any minute now.” I said.
I went into the kitchen and I brought out the meal. I won't bore you with all of the details. We had pasta, grilled fish, and some side dishes. I don't cook Italian food too often, but I got these recipes online. I never knew there are so many Italian cooking sites on the Internet.
“This sauce is good.” Bob's mom said as she ate her pasta.
“Thank you.” I replied politely.
“Why don't you cook like this for me?” Bob's dad asked.
“I knew you would say that.” She said to Bob.
Everyone finished their pasta and I brought out the grilled fish. I grilled two whole fish, but I took off the heads. I can't stand looking at a fish head while I am eating. I don't know how people can eat when their food is looking at them!
“Damn, this fish is better than the pasta!” Bob's dad said as he ate the fish.
“Bob, I demand that you marry this woman right away!” Bob's dad said with a mouthful of fish.
I can tell that Bob must get his character from his mom. Don't get me wrong, Bob's dad seems like a nice guy, but he speaks up more than Bob does.
“It's a good thing that I am married, or I would ask you to marry me.” Bob's dad said to me.
“Oh, that is so nice of you to say.” I said while laughing.
I didn't know what the fuck to say. What was I suppose to say.
“Trust me Dan, she wouldn't want anything to do with you.” Bob's mom said laughing.
“Why do you say that?” Bob's dad said while eating.
“Most women don't want to wait a half hour to an hour for Viagra to kick in. When they want sex, they want sex. Not some limp noodle that functions when you are out of the mood.” Bob's mom said laughing.