Confession # 90

I do well with parents.

Friday night I went to the SAP Open with one of mine friends, and his parents.

They were visiting over the long holiday weekend from Southern California, and my buddy needed a date. I have not met anyone’s parents in a long, long time. It was a little strange. Especially since I am not romantically involved with this friend and they desperately want him to settle down with a nice girl.

There lies the rub. How does one walk that thin line of be a “Great Girl” and “THE GIRL”.

I was nice, charming and clever. I carried on interesting and intelligent conversations. I took an in interest in them, their family and friends. I even took the mother’s side when my friend was out of line. I was a parent’s wet dream.

To prove it, the phone call came this morning.

F-- “My mom really liked you… Really liked you.”
BB-- “Oh!”
F-- “She wants to know if you want to come down sometime for a the weekend. I told her we were just friends, and she said she knew, but would love to have you down sometime anyway.”
BB-- “Oh… well I guess that could be fun.”
F-- “NO!”
BB-- “Okay… well tell her, thank you for the invite, but I am really busy and will have to take a rain check.”
F-- “Already did.”

What can I say—I do well with parents. If you don’t want your mom to bond with your date, take a rollergirl.