One hundred and sixty

First an update

I joked on Facebook that if anything would raise the amount of views I get on my blog, my nude photo would.  I was right.  The two days before the infamous photo I had 186 views and 76 views.  The day I posted about my nude modeling, my views went up to 395!  So three hundred and ninety-five people have now seen my titties (tasteful and covered of course)!

Meeting the parents

Many movies have been made about the dreaded meeting of the parents for the first time.  Besides those people who either live at home or are constantly bringing dates home, it’s out of most people’s comfort zones to have someone that they are dating meet the couple that raised them.  Even more awkward is bringing someone you dated in the past and it didn’t work out and your parents heard about all the reasons why you are no longer dating them.  Add to this the fact that you are driving across Canada with him to help move him to BC.  And your mom is potentially worried he’s going to kidnap you.  Then add to the mix that your mom was a nurse in the schizophrenic ward in the psychiatric hospital for thirty-six years.  This was my night last night.

I met The Dater during date month (read about our first date here) and then I didn’t see him for a few weeks while I took a break and recovered from my ridiculous dating experiment.  Since then we’ve been on some dates, got along great, but realized how completely different we are in major life decisions, so decided to be friends.  My mom has heard all the ups and downs and knows tons about him.

The night went well.  Lots of funny chats about a woman eating a chunk out of her own leg (mom’s nursing stories that still gross me out, even though I’ve heard them tons of times before) and a large woman losing a lit cigarette butt in the folds of her fat and not knowing it was there for a week and a half until it burned through her skin (The Dater’s mom’s stories of  nursing).  He was charming.  They got along great.  And it wasn’t uncomfortable for anyone but me, it seems.

The most ‘out of my comfort zone’ is not as much my parents meeting an ex-date (although that was a little nerve-racking), but the fact that it brings up all these other issues and emotions that I don’t want to deal with.  Dating since date month ended has been really hard.  Many guys in Toronto have different priorities and values than I do.  I’ve lost a couple of friends who I went on dates with and things are now weird between us.  I’ve been on a few dates from online and they’ve been ok, but no sparks.  Then I found someone I like and we disagree on a major life issue (he NEVER wants children, I want the option of having them).  I’ve given up a little, actually.  I’m ready to just have friends and enjoy my life.  And it sounds like I’m sad, but I’m not.  Just over the dating thing.  So I bring non-dates to meet my parents.

(This seems to be a rambling post, but this is what I get like when I’m out of my comfort zone, so I’m not going to edit it too much.)

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  1. Pingback: One hundred and eighty-five PART TWO | threehundredsixtysixdays

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