For those of you wondering, yes, I am as charming in person as I am on this blog.
I was at A.J.'s house taking perhaps my last swim in his pool before summer ends, and his mom said the sweetest thing to me. I was standing in the kitchen, waiting for A.J. to change clothes so we could head out, and she came over to me, handed me a Sprite out of the refrigerator, and said, "I really like you ... I hope he doesn't screw this up."
I said, "Aw, thanks. I like you too!"
And then somehow she convinced me that it would be a good idea for my parents and I to come over for dinner before school starts.
Now, this isn't such a huge deal, because my parents have actually met A.J.'s parents plenty of times, but it's still a little nerve-racking.
I pitched the idea to my parents, trying to make it sound like something they should say no to, and they were like, "Yes! When? Where? Should we bring anything?"
So that's what we're doing Thursday night (my brother declined, probably because he thinks he can have the house to himself and sneak his girlfriend in again). The six of us, like one big happy family, eating and drinking and trying not to bring up the fact that the couple in the room having sex most often is probably the one that's not married.
A.J., of course, had absolutely no idea about any of this until I broke the news to him. I'm pretty sure he thought I was joking at first, because he said, "Great ... maybe we can all play pictionary or something."
Once he figured out I was serious, he said, "No offense, but I really don't want to have dinner with your parents ... especially not with my parents there too."
I didn't say anything for a few seconds, so he continued, "And I'm sure you don't want to have dinner with my parents again either."
"Oh no, I love your parents," I said. "Your mom is a big fan of mine."
"How do you know?" he asked.
"Cause she told me," I deadpanned.
"You know what? I'm sick of you," he proclaimed, giving me a little shove as he rubbed his forehead like a man who had just been sentenced to life in prison.
I was thinking about the dinner and, while I'm not as against it as A.J. is, I do think there's very little possibility of it going well. I mean, my parents are pretty cool and his parents are pretty cool, but there's a difference between cool parents and parents who can make a dinner between themselves and their fuck-buddy kids comfortable.
As usual, I'll keep you posted.