Shocked.

Stunned. Astonished. Bewildered. Flabbergasted. Befuddled.
I am talking about a Sunday picnic with M. I met his friends, alright. All two of them. And then I met his family. All four of them. Are you kidding?! Second time I see the guy, I meet his family? When we got there, he introduced me to everyone, "This is I., this is M., this is S. and O., this is my mother, my dad, my grandparents". What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck. C'mon... I understand that it is the only day he could see his family (he only comes to visit them on weekends), but why drag me there too? I could have waited until the next week to see him again. No need to meet all three generations... Even though the weather was amazing and the food great, I could not really enjoy myself since I was preoccupied with what just happened. His grandmother kept giving me looks too. I think she liked me... Blah.
It gets better too. After we were done, his parents invited me to their house for a cup of tea. Polite as I am, I couldn't say no especially since M. insisted too, right in front of them. I guess I couldn't come up with excuse fast enough, moreover, I told him I have nothing planned for the rest of the day while we were driving to the picnic. If I thought picnic was uncomfortable, tea was even worse. Here, everyone was chilled and relaxed, and I somehow felt even more tense. For me, meeting the parents is a huge step forward in a relationship and definitely not something I take lightly or do on a second date. Nor do I invite my second halves to my parents house when I just met them.
After two excruciating hours we were finally off to my house. I thought he was going to drop me off and leave, but he actually walked me all the way to my door. And just stood hanging out there while I was frantically searching for keys. I think he was expecting me to invite him in too, return the favor, so to speak. Hell no. I cannot bring home someone I barely know because if something happens and we break up, I will be hearing about it for the rest of my life.
I then went through another half an hour of relaying everything to my dad since he wouldn't let go until I told him everything I knew about M. Then he left and I was finally left alone for some peace and quiet.
The thing is though, I am not feeling this guy. He is nice, he is laid back, but the spark is not there. And when there's no spark, there's no fire. And I like fire.
That's what makes life exciting and worth living...

Verheiratet. Teil vier.

I finally met my potential husband earlier today. Potential husband my ass. I saw the picture of him yesterday, and let me tell you, I did not like it. I was assured though, that it is a picture from a few years back and that now he "might look different".
He did... but still not really my type. First, he showed up but didn't even bother to call me to say he was there, and I ended up waiting for him for half an hour or so on the other side of Starbucks. Second, which was supposed to be first, he called me yesterday and called me "miss". Huh? Do we have to be that proper and polite? Third, the conversation wasn't exactly what I would call entertaining. Despite that though, I agreed to meet him the next day for a picnic. He mentioned that his friends were supposed to be there, said there was going to be a lot of people there and that it should be fun. We'll see.
When I got home, my dad asked me where I was and I told him I went to meet the guy. See, the following is the reason I don't talk about my relationships at home - he started asking me questions immediately. I didn't feel like talking because I was still mad at him, but honestly, there wasn't much to say since I didn't know anything about this man myself. Except that his name is M., he is 27 years old and lives in Virginia.
Maybe I'll find out more tomorrow by meeting his friends... After all, you can learn a lot about a person from their friends.

Sposato. Parte tre.

Not quite off the hook...
Did you really think I was going to get off that easy?
I had another conversation with my dad today.
Dad: Maybe you should give him a chance? Just meet him and see what happens.
Me: Here we go again.
Dad: I told your grandmother to tell his grandmother to tell the guy to have him call you.
...Talk about intermediaries.
Me: What happened to not giving him my number part?
Dad: If I give him your number, will you meet him?
Me: I don't know.
Dad: That's not going to look nice if you stand him up.
... I don't think it looks nice that you are trying to set me up with some random dude.
Dad: I just think that you should try it out.
...I just think you should all go to hell. At that point, I told him to get away from me, do whatever he wants and not talk to me again.
I am so fed up with this.
Apparently, this story is to be continued...

Mariée. Partie deux.

I think there's a conspiracy. Tonight, the first thing I saw when I got home from work was my aunt, and my family all sitting in the living room. My first thought was that it can't be good... I was wrong. It was horrible. Turns out, my family plotted some kind of intervention and engaged my aunt to convince me to meet the guy. This was definitely getting absurd. Now I had to sit through another lecture, and it was coming from my family, and my aunt simultaneously. They tried to convince me to have him call me and possibly meet up. "If you don't like him, you won't meet again". Right... As if gossip doesn't spread with lightening speed. As if my grandmother would stay quiet in front of her friends and won't brag about me meeting the guy. Those seniors are worse than little kids and will talk about every little detail of our meeting. And taking into account the fact that his grandmother is also in that group, the date will be blown out of proportions and the wedding will be planned... At the end, I got so fed up I told them to do whatever they wanted and stormed out of the room. Soon thereafter, when my aunt left, someone knocked on my door.
Dad: So you really don't want to meet the guy?
Me: Duh. Which part of no don't you understand?
Dad: Well, in that case I'll tell grandmother not to give out your phone number.
Me: Do whatever you want, I don't care.
Dad: I'll tell her not to.
Damn, will I get off the hook this easy?

Married away.

My folks definitely think it's time for me to get married. Yeah, right. Although a sceptic about the marriage itself, I do think that if you still decide to do it, you have to be ready. Mentally prepared. At this point of my life I am in no way want to jump into the union. Frankly, I don't know if I ever will.
This little tirade was actually caused by the recent pressure that my family is putting on me. Apparently, my grandmother's friend has a grandson, and both my grandmother and her friend conspired to get us acquainted. She brought it up a few days ago, suggesting we meet for drinks or whatnot. Naturally, I said no. Really, when did ever arranged dates work? Especially if your grandmothers set the up? Up until today, I thought we were past this issue... but then my dad decided to step in. Seriously, it's not like either of them ever even met the guy. I just had to endure an entire hour of their reasoning for our meeting. It went something like this:
Family: Why don't you meet the guy?
Me: Because I don't want to.
Family: But he's a nice guy from a good family.
Me: How can you say that if you don't even know him.
And it went on and on.
Apparently, my family thinks that I am constantly single since they haven't met any of the guys I went out with. In my mind though, I don't see the point of introducing them to the guys I don't feel serious about. And it makes even less sense for them to meet all the guys I date, because then it would be a different person every few months or so...