How many of you have experienced this anxious and yet thrilling meeting with your potential soul mate’s parents? And the day before meeting them, you visualise the various scenarios that will possibly happen to you. You also struggle to choose a sleek, elegant and decent dress (but don’t want to end up looking like a escort) to impress the future in-laws. You practise the conversation and generate a few topics to talk about in case there is a long silence between 2 parties.
If you have watched the movies ‘Meeting the parents’ and ‘Monster in-law’, you will know what I meant. Actually, these are the experiences that my friends have shared me. Some have worse experiences though…anyway…
Well, I am blessed that I don’t go to the extent that I freeze up and sweat like a pig when meeting them. Either meeting up with the potential ‘future in-laws’ or friends (guys’ friends) parents, in fact, I do enjoy talking to them, especially listening to their stories.
There was once I visited my buddy and his mom looked at me from top to bottom and then from bottom to top. Then, she smiled, nodded and mumbled something to herself. Well, she was very friendly and we chatted a lot. Then she started asking me if I can cook, speak and write mandarin, if I love kids and etc.
To be honest, these questions sounded a little bit weird but well, I thought she was just interested in knowing me more. When we left, my buddy laughed at me hysterically when he fetched me back. The reason was, his mom thought that I was his girlfriend and obviously, I was the first girl whom he introduced to his mom. =)
This one is still OK. I think the most awkward meeting was the one sitting at a round table with his extended family members. You know, the typical chinese dinner banquet with more than 10 people. Everyone just glued their eyes on me when I first stepped into the restaurant. They were very nice and interactive though. They asked me questions and constantly putting food into my bowl.
Well, I have a confession to make: I am not very good at chopsticks, especially when it comes to mushrooms and fish balls. So the worst thing that ever happened at a dinner like this was, my fish ball just slipped and rolled across the table and eventually, on the floor. My face was blushing like a HUGE RED CHERRY (yea, that’s so ME) and I wasn’t sure if I should pick up the fish ball so that no one will slip. When I was about to bend down to pick it up, his uncles picked it up for me and joked about it. I was so relieved and I promised to practise using my chopsticks – especially on the fish balls…em…
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