Today, i met my boyfriend's mom. It was traumatic. I was shaking, i was mortified. So many questions in my poor slow head: what if im stupid? What if i talk about his penis? What if i say he's really better looking naked? What if she thinks im not good enough for him?

???

I did ok. Im pretty proud of myself. Thats rare to have this feeling. But it was important for me, for him, for us that i do good. Because he's a really good person, im serious, he's amazaing and talented and beautifull but the most important thing is that he is a nice, polite, funny, has a good heart...and i respect him so much... and because i respect him i wanted him to be proud of me and not be let down in this.

I didnt want to fuck up. And i dont think i did. So now i can breathe a little more, and im content. He has an amazing mom. And she's so good looking and so young in spirit. My mom is really a mix of an old english lady and a young snob parisian woman. So her clothes are always very classic and...yeah sometimes a little bit cheesy. But his mom....SHE HAS THIS SUPER CUTE COAT AND BAG AND RING!!! And she's so sweet and nice, i kinda wanted to eat her.

Also, her bf is this really hot forty something guy. And he's nice too.

What a pretty family, i kept thinking.

I cannot help to love nice people. Niceness in our society is not too common.

So yeah, now i know for sure that my boyfriend's DNA is 100% greater than yours.

Audrey