My boyfriend is meeting my folks for the first time tonight. My Lord, please let them like him! They are the greatest parent anyone could hope for. And he will, I think, fit in like he has always been here. So why am I nervous?
BTW,I am much too old to act like a 17 year old, but I am. I actualy went to his place yesterday during lunch and left a note on his door. I talk to him on the phone for hours at a time. I can’t get him off my mind for any length of time. I go around with a big, idiotic grin on my face.
I need moral support. Please cheer me on through this ordeal.
Good luck.
Last April I met my then-girlfriend’s parents… on a secluded farm in rural Illinois. I was convinced that I would be hated, hunted like a dog, killed, and left for dead in a shallow ditch.
It wasn’t all THAT bad. 
Don’t feel bad. The last time I met a boyfriend’s parents I was 36, stressed for days and even bought new clothes for the occassion.
It’s never as bad as you think it will be.
That is so sweet! In this day and age, few women get so traditionally nervous at the aspect of their boy friend meeting the folks, especially Dad. I’ve never been formally introduced to ‘that folks’, just kind of dragged along to help get something or fix something and while I’m there, I say hi to everyone and get introduced all round. I always behave best in front of Dad because I’m with his ‘little darling’ and I know how Dad’s feel about daughters.
I think your feeling nervous means you care for Dad and that is just as sweet as sugar!
Well folks, it went well. Everybody liked everyone else. We all had a good time, went out to eat.
I was afraid they wouldn’t get along, but Daddy and he found alot to talk about. I guess men can discuss cars til the cows come home.
My Mamma liked him, too. Wouldn’t hardly let him leave. Even took some pictures.
I guess I was worried over nothing. They all got along great.
Sorry, I’m rambling now. Thanks for the moral support!!!