"There's a funny thing about love. It will find you in the most unusual circumstances at the most unlikely times...Love rarely shows up in the places that we expect it to or looks the way we expect it to look." -Iyanla VanzartTalked to Anna again today, which was ... interesting. The funny thing that came up was that she doesn't think it would be a problem if I told my parents about Remington being older. My way of figuring is that this is not information they need to know unless this is still going six months from now. I didn't tell 'em aobut the other divorced/older/daddies I've dated (in all cases but this one ONCE), keeps their minds at ease, they don't need to know. There is no doubt in my mind that at least one of my parents will flip out if I ever tell them info like this. My money's on Dad, who at this point in life flips out over TINY stuff. I can easily see him cutting me off financially if I don't quit it, y'know? Mom could handle it better, I think (she's already heard plenty of weird crap out of me), I'd have to tell her first. The divorced/harem bit, though...uh, neither of 'em could handle that, I think.
Kinda ironic how each of us doesn't think it would be a problem to tell the other's parents- I doubt Anna's would care (they don't seem to notice much anymore), I don't know why she DOESN'T think mine wouldn't lose it- mine are whacked, y'know? Maybe it's the smaller age gap in my case. "You're over 18", or whatever. I said I'd prefer to wait until after I was 21 to tell 'em- if I ever HAVE to, which we'll see about. She said I'd probably blab way before six months had gone on (her case). I think I said not to be so sure... this one, I think, would have to be a secret.
I'm turning into Anna, I think. Ai yi yi.
While at Wendy's today with Mom, I was griping about the Relatives From Hell, and she said that my only way of shutting them up was to agree with them! Go along with their "I'll find someone just wait" crap, saying that I wasn't ready for it or something like that. I refuse to concede to THEM and agree with something that I don't agree with. I don't think it happens to everyone, and it's pretty arrogant to assume that it'll happen to me.
Went to the mall today to spent $50 of Grandma's, and I was looking around for something to wear on the date with Remington. Could find NOTHING even pretty, much less suitable.. I was trying to find something that was (dare I say it?) adult-looking. Not sparkly, fancy, velvet (I wear mucho velvet/velour/velveteen/anything like that. Wore that on the last date and he noticed it. Therefore I don't wanna repeat for #2). Ouch. Me, adult-looking? Can't be.
Also in the mall, saw one of The Moron's friends that worked with him in the mall last year. And judging by his outfit, he's there again this year. Had to walk right by him, waved (well, didn't know what else to do), he had to smile back. Doubt he'ls too thrilled with me, but who cares? That was ages ago. Didn't see The Moron in the store- but then again, I didn't check either.
Coming home from the mall was interesting. First Dad asks if I want him to stay out of the way when Remington comes to pick me up. I said thanks but no, he's gonna be gone anyway.
Then in the car Mom starts asking if she gets to meet him.
"No."
"Why not?"
Like I'm going to tell her why not. Ha. I start saying that I don't want them to meet anyone if it's not going anywhere. She whines, I say "Let's discuss this at a later time." I almost relented and said "If I'm still seeing him at spring break, you can meet him." I'd rather make it if I'm still seeing him in the summer (see why I don't like bringing guys home? College has infinitely improved this aspect of dating), but she'd never be able to stand it that long.
Her answer? "Okay, Anna."
Man, she doesn't know how close she is...
In other subjects, Dad's new mantra/resolution is "After January 1, I'm gonna do whatever I want." (Yeah, right) I said can I resolve that too and he said "NO!" Then he told me my resolutions were to get my license and- well, he never finished, Mom said he was going to make me get a job. I said I need to take summer school again, she said "Did you tell him that? Is it really that necessary?" Ah, more trouble on the way, I'm so looking forward to it. NOT.
In the continuing nightmare of Relative Nagging, Mom decided to invite Auntie Dolores and Uncle Bruce along to go through this light display at the county fairgrounds. Of course that worked out with me smushed between them in the backseat, something I LOATHE. And Auntie D. goes, "Don't you want to sit by the window?" She wanted to sit by Uncle Bruce. What a coincidence, I wanted her to sit by him too. I wanted to say "Yes, I DO wanna sit by the window, but your ass isn't gonna fit in the middle seat if mine barely does." Sure enough, I was smothered between them (couldn't take a deep breath, boiling hot from body heat, my legs smashed into the armrest) for THREE AND A HALF HOURS, as Mom decided to drive around all of Pleasanton and Livermore and look at EVERY DAMN LIGHT. And of course they had to start in on me sometime- that I should be kissing more toads looking for Prince Charming. I said "What if I'm tired of the taste of toads?" (Their answer was along the lines of "Too damn bad") GOD, I wanted to scream. I cannot take this shit.
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