MP came to Jersey City last night. He carried a beautiful flower arrangement from Takashimaya and wore the green sweater I gave him on the occasion of our one month anniversary on Monday. I greeted him outside the restaurant with a nod. My father welcomed him with his classic I-don't-give-a-shit-whether-or-not-you-try-to-impress-me poker face; my mother said hello with her dazzling million-watt smile and her aggressive charm. Even before we sat down, amma presented MP with a handsomely packaged handsome tie, which, I should add, she picked out without any of my assistance.
We sat down. Abu asked MP about his job, his family, the country from which his family hails, as well as the country that he calls home. Amma encouraged him to eat from the breadbasket because "You just got in from work and must be starving." Slowly, my anxiety about the hammer falling--ie, my father asking MP super awkward questions--dissipated. I enjoyed my swordfish steak. I relished in the fact that my MP was slowly winning my father over with his stories and clinching my mother's love for him. He cooks! He's traveled the world! He's a brilliant biologist turned brilliant lawyer! He's making my father laugh! He's making me so happy!
But then my father asked me a question that I didn't expect would become awkward but, oh, it most certainly did.
How did you two meet?
I stumbled over the following words: blog, comments, random, ES, kismet. I might have thrown happenstance into the mix.
MP chalked it up to two words: book recommendation.
And then the awkwardness continued. My father asked the question about faith but MP's answer satisfied him. Abu then threw out the kicker:
What are your plans?
I covered my mouth with my hand and looked away, giggling a little in my anxiousness.
What are your plans? he asked again and said that he was an old fashioned guy, who didn't believe in excessive dating.
MP said if abu was asking whether or not we intend to get married, the answer is yes. Neither of us have a timetable, he explained, but our intentions are of the union-for-life kind.
And that was as far as the grilling went. To be honest with you, I expected more grilling but abu later told me that he didn't think any additional interrogation was necessary because MP won him over so completely from the get-go.
At one point, as MP leaned over the side of the table to reveal the lovely bouquet he'd bought for my lovely parents, my lovely mother nodded vigorously, her lovely eyes as wide as her lovely smile.
Approval was confirmed.
"He's a boy of outstanding character!" amma declared later. Abu seconded that with a less effusive nod and mumble.
"He'll keep you very happy!" amma added and my abu seconded.
"Oh, he seems so kind and just so genuinely nice!" my amma said. Abu nodded earnestly.
He's won them over, our miracle worker. And me, I'm relieved. I'm utterly relieved.