After sharing dinner and publicly canoodling like only people who barely know one another would have the audacity to... he screeched.
"OH MY GOD!"
I floundered... "Wait, what?! Ex girlfriend alert? Choking on your fish dinner? WHAT IS IT!!?!?! YOU LOOK TERRIFIED!"
"OH MY GOD THAT'S MY PARENTS."
And his parents it was.
Just 3 booths away, sharing their own meal together, tangled in conversation so interesting that they didn't even notice their son sitting so close by, on his own date.
"If you wanted me to meet your parents, you could have just said so... not that I would have said yes but this is just creepy."
And just then...
They noticed us.
I knew a little wave wouldn't suffice since he was forced to walk over and actually greet them in person.
"Are you coming with me?" He asked, as I thanked myself (again) for not wearing a more revealing shirt and patted myself (again) on the back for having only one glass of wine.
"Well I'm certainly not going to be the girl to sit over here and ignore them."
(Despite the fact that girl seemed so much more me at that moment in time).
I met the parents, a whole 2 weeks after meeting him.
But awkward introductions were avoided, since they knew who I was.
They already knew my name...
Where I worked...
AND a whole slew of other things I thought I'd have to confess over dinner, in the distant future. A future in which I would have prepared my BEST SPEECH about my life's goals, my educational past, and my plans for "their son."
But that speech was avoided.
And the only one who seemed the least bit uncomfortable was him...
Could it be because it was so obvious he'd been talking about me?
Could it be because it's always difficult to have your date "meet the parents," no matter how well she knows their offspring?
Maybe... but regardless of his discomfort... in the end I'm just glad I wore the right top.
Because if I'd ended up in some tight, red, v-neck thing I would have asked him to introduce me as "Sarah."