This post yesterday got me thinking about the whole “meet-the-parents” thing we all go through sooner or later if we manage to get serious enough with someone (or, if, you know, their parents happen to come to town and invite us to join them for dinner). I’ve “met the parents” four times, that I can remember. Or, that is, I’ve met the parents of four guys I’ve dated. I suppose I was a little nervous each time, but the most nerve-wracking experience was when I met one boyfriend’s mother for the first time on a one-week vacation we all went on together to the south of France. (Tip: if you can, try to avoid meeting parents on vacation when you’re basically stuck together for an extended period of time. Go for a short dinner instead.) We met up at the airport in Paris and not only was she intimidatingly chic and sophisticated, she was from a different culture and spent much of the week speaking another language with her son, my boyfriend, which really made me feel out-of-place. Also, she commented more than once on the quality of my nose job (I have not had a nose job).
Soo… I’m curious:
1. How often have you either met a significant other’s parents or introduced one to yours?
2. Has it ever gone less than perfectly?
3. How do you decide when it’s the right time to make the introductions?
4. And, if you don’t want to talk about meeting the parents, how about books? I’m leaving for a two-week vacation and need some good reading material. What have you read recently — or what are some old faves — that you’d recommend for vacation reading?