” I actually thought he would be on the next Eurostar back to “where he comes from”, never to be heard from again.
It’s true that I grew up in a culture where meeting the parents is not regarded as an earth-shattering step.
) We were hitting the three-month mark and he had already met my brother and sister-in-law by pure coincidence, when I received a text from my mother.
“Honey we are on our way from a cruise, passing through Paris today.” Confused, I muttered something about the possibility of my parents being in town.
And he was right every single time.” “I’m Latin, meeting the parents is normal. The whole pressure is an American thing, just like being exclusive. I have very traditional Russian parents who don’t speak English, so introducing any guy to them means that I will most likely be translating back and forth between them.
Luckily, this sometimes allows me to manipulate the conversation however I want!
My parents live in Switzerland, so its not that easy to meet them, but I would have had no qualms introducing my boyfriend to them in the beginning of our relationship. But all the other times it was fine because the guys were nice.
I consider my family to be a direct extension of myself and so, in a way, introducing men to them is a form of Darwinism, allowing me to weed out the weakest contenders who cannot survive the chaos of my household (who can forget the travesty that was The Old Flower? My parents have met all of my friends and boyfriends, hence any new face will be welcomed with nothing but a friendly invitation to co-consume alcohol and talk sh*t about me.
On the flip end, I have an excellent parental track record and can get myself on the fast track for that that family heirloom stone in the matter of hours. Kidding.) Or maybe I am simply old enough to know that a – no parents will hate you unless you do something blatantly disturbing, and b – if the guy is in his 30s and treading on Eternal Bachelor alert, they won’t even hate you if you do do something blatantly disturbing!
That said, I fully encourage y’all to embrace family time and throw each other into the mix as early as possible, avoiding mounting pressure later on.
Yet, I am fully aware that for most people, meeting the parents is the equivalent of relationship Judgment Day, with each detail taking on mass gravitas.