Toyboy's parents were coming to his flat on Friday where we would be introduced, have a drink and then head out for dinner.
I met Toyboy just after lunch and we went back to his. I wanted to have enough time to get ready at a leisurely pace so I would be calm and collected for the arrival of mum and dad Toyboy. That did not happen. By the time Toyboy and I caught up with each other - and of course, we'd not seen each other for the best part of a week and so there was a fair amount of catching up to do, I had 20 minutes to jump in the shower, get dressed (well, I wasn't going to rock up naked), get my slap on and fix my hair. I moved quickly and even had a couple of minutes to get myself all nervous before the buzzer went.
The next thing I knew - his mum had arrived. His mum put out her hand to shake mine. It felt a bit formal and so I ended up giving her sort of cuddle and a kiss on the cheek. His dad was moments behind as he was parking the car. By this point we were all standing and the kitchen table was between us so he didn't get quite the same warm welcome. I think vaulting over the table might have been a bit much.
We all chatted away before heading out for dinner and it was great. They are so lovely and are just... normal! Have you any idea how rare that is? Previous boyfriend's parents have been socially inept, drink dependent (at times), on their fourth marriage (not that it's abnormal but it's not that usual), unaware of the real world and how it works in terms of careers and the workplace - I could go on and on.
I actually really enjoyed hanging out with them and I think it went really well. They could well have thought the complete opposite but Toyboy thanked me for being 'so lovely' with them - and so I think it's all good.