Fly or Die?

fly or die

Thursday, December 23, 2004
Meet My Parents "Do they have turkey and all that?" Matt asked. "Yeah, we have turkey." "With cranberry sauce?" "Yes, with cranberry sauce." "Oh boy!"His eyes shone. It has to happen some day - he meeting my folks. So might as well make it Christmas and hope that the season of giving would find them more forgiving. Earlier, I called Mom and asked her to set an extra place. She lets out a surprised "oh!" and said "7.30. Don't be late. We don't wish to wait for you like last year." "But I was rushing a job Mom." "We make time for important things, don't we?" We hung up. I shivered. The chill from Ampang has swept in. It's been 5 years since I moved out of my parent's home. I pretty much only visit on Easter, Christmas and other festival days. "What should I get them?" he asked. "You don't have to." "I must ... what does your Mom like?" "Some thing frilly, I suppose." "Huh? What about your Dad?" "I don't know." "How about a tie?" "Whatever." "Should I bring a bottle of red?" I sighed. Since I invited him, Matt has been hyper. I'm glad he is excited, unlike how I was when I met his. But still the worry worm eats me. "Matt, my folks are not like your folks, okay. We're not one loud talking, big eating Hakka family. Gawd, we don't even speak any dialect. They're very ... er ... proper." He paused. "You think ... they'll be okay with me?" "Of course my dear," I say and cup his face in the palm of my hands. "They'll love you. It's me they have problems with." That aside, my record of "Men Brought Home" stands at zero approval. Zack with his long hair - out! Yun with his tattoos ala Vin Diesel - out! Bryan with tattoos and so much metal pierced into his body that I always thought it possible to lift him off the ground with a powerful magnet - 2 outs! And now, Matt. Smooth shaven, sweet smelling Matt. Without a single James Dean trait. What happened to me? Did I not say I would never date a man without the requisite leather jacket and navel ring? Did I sell out to the establishment? "Should I wear a shirt and tie?" he asks. Sigh I already know what they'll serve for dinner - my words. And Dad and Mom will have a very merry Christmas. At last. Pencil chewed at 2:28:00 pm //
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