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A really good English stuff
Dec. 16th, 2005 08:42 pmОтличнейший англоязычный ЖЖ:
...Meeting a girlfriend's parents at the age of 43 is like theater: I'm aware that I'm trying to charm mom almost like it's a separate romance (I like her, so it's easy.), but am unwilling to suck up to Lion King, so he doesn't release me from my politesse (calling him "Dr. X") for a full 24 hours.
I like that her mom is so old, because it means that I can harmlessly touch her cranium in affectionate moments, as I would a baby. When I do, she smiles, like a 76-year-old who hasn’t been touched on her head like a baby since the Hoover was president.
At the end of the visit, it was clear that Pops didn't know how to hug another human. He just walked up to me (he's tiny-short to me), leaned against me and hit my back really hard and said "There!." And I lied and exulted, "good man"!
Having been married for ten years once upon a time and surviving the divorce (over ten years ago) my grateful lesson to myself is: kill yourself NOT to please in-laws. And so I don't: I'm just me, and we connect or no, but I'm too old to be the Shining Boy for an old bastard coot who damaged my girlfriend's mind and heart for years (and is still at it).
Sorry, you're seeing the battling me. And I stole a book off his shelves as a counting coup.
Sorry, Jesus. Sorry, Herr Professor Doctor X.
...Meeting a girlfriend's parents at the age of 43 is like theater: I'm aware that I'm trying to charm mom almost like it's a separate romance (I like her, so it's easy.), but am unwilling to suck up to Lion King, so he doesn't release me from my politesse (calling him "Dr. X") for a full 24 hours.
I like that her mom is so old, because it means that I can harmlessly touch her cranium in affectionate moments, as I would a baby. When I do, she smiles, like a 76-year-old who hasn’t been touched on her head like a baby since the Hoover was president.
At the end of the visit, it was clear that Pops didn't know how to hug another human. He just walked up to me (he's tiny-short to me), leaned against me and hit my back really hard and said "There!." And I lied and exulted, "good man"!
Having been married for ten years once upon a time and surviving the divorce (over ten years ago) my grateful lesson to myself is: kill yourself NOT to please in-laws. And so I don't: I'm just me, and we connect or no, but I'm too old to be the Shining Boy for an old bastard coot who damaged my girlfriend's mind and heart for years (and is still at it).
Sorry, you're seeing the battling me. And I stole a book off his shelves as a counting coup.
Sorry, Jesus. Sorry, Herr Professor Doctor X.
