Two hours and sixteen broken ornaments later.
That’s a good question. I’ve never done the whole ‘meeting the parents’ thing with anyone I’ve ever dated before, especially not after the relationship. But that’s probably because I’ve had only had like, two proper ones. There’s no point meeting parents of someone you’re just having a fling with, you know? Oh, come on.. you’re flattering me.
Okay, that sounds like a decent idea. And it will.. I didn’t realise how much time work was eating up. But now I’m free for Christmas, so yeah. It’ll be good. I look forward to it.
You know there's no need for you to distance yourself from me, because even though we're not dating anymore, we're still, you know..close. Oh! You're totally going to love my father, he's a major dorkous, full of dad jokes and is cuddly as a teddy bear. And he'll love you too, because you'll bond over lame disney puns and literature. As for my stepmother, well...she doesn't like anyone. Who me? Flatter you? Never would I ever!
Well, your job does happen to be amazing. Though I must say, it's a pain only being able to see you when you're up on stage, but then again the clear passion in your voice makes up for it. So you really mean it? You honestly want to come? This is honestly the best Christmas present you could give me, well that and Christmas cuddles.
