I met Mr. Darcy’s parents on Sunday.
It should be noted that Mr. Darcy has never, up until this point, introduced anyone he has dated to his parents.
Let’s pause and absorb that.
Much like after meeting his sister, I am convinced he is dating an amalgamation of his mom and sister. Except, I’m his age and don’t share any genes. Within the first 15 minutes of meeting his mom she said something like, “He was really an asshole.” Then she looked at me and said, “Excuse me. But sometimes that word is appropriate.” And I replied something like, “Oh I agree. I use it all the time.” Then later over dinner we were sharing stories and I said, “He’s an asshole.” Then I looked at her and said, “This is one of those instances where that word is appropriate.” She’s a firecracker. I think we’ll be two peas in a pod. Or three if we squish his sister in with us.
His dad is more soft-spoken but still has his share of tales. He served in the military for many, many years. At one point during dinner he looked up from his food and said, “My father was blind.” But then he looked back down at his food and took another bite full. I was curious if that was the entire story or if there was more. “My father was blind too,” I said to him hoping to fill the space and also connect. He finished chewing and plowed back into this story about his father. It’s interesting for me to be around a dad. I don’t spend time around men that are over 50. I never really got to have regular conversations with my Dad. It feels a bit foreign to me to just chat like normal people. There’s a part of me that has always wished I had an older male figure in my life to look up to or lean on. So, I feel a mix of trepidation and nostalgia meeting Mr. Darcy’s father.
All this is to say that they are wonderful people and we had a relaxed, enjoyable time together. So much so that they invited me out to dinner again on Thursday and this time inquired if I would like to bring my Mom along. My Mom, upon asking her to come along replied, “I secretly hoped this would happen.” My Mom is a big fan of Mr. Darcy. I mentioned that his parents seemed to like me since I was apparently the topic du jour at lunch the following day. To which my Mom replied, ” Of course they are raving about you! They can see too that you both are MFEO.”*
Why yes, my Mom has seen “Sleepless in Seattle” one too many times.
And yep. The parental units are meeting.
*MFEO = Made For Each Other