Raised by conservative parents, I
didn’t think that it would be easy. My parents, especially my mom, always
expect me to do good things and I thought that taking a girl home to introduce
her would be a bad thing for them. It might freak my mom out as it might make her
think it would be detrimental to my studies (well, somehow it was). Still, I
stood by my decision of introducing the girl I was courting to my parents.
It was my first time to do that,
but it wasn’t my first time to court a girl. Contrary to what my family knows,
I had my first girl friend in high school, the one they only knew as my
bestfriend. I did not tell my parents about the real relationship we had
because I knew mom would never approve of it. That hurt the girl.
This time, however, I know I have
grown up already and understand what I am doing, so I proceeded with the plan,
told mom I would take the girl to our house and get them introduced, and did
it.
Mom was her usual self, talking
nonstop about stories from the past. She was talking the whole time which sort
of embarrassed me yet I didn’t stop her. I wanted to see how much of the things
about my family the girl could take. That time, she was mom’s opposite. She
remained silent the whole time, occasionally talking when mom asked her direct
questions. Whether mom liked her or not, I didn’t ask.
We ate dinner with mom still
talking (she wouldn’t really stop, you know) which made me want to do only one
thing—finish dinner, so the girl and I could leave. When we were finally done,
I accompanied her home. That night was my happiest.
Though she wasn’t my girlfriend
yet, I introduced her to my parents because I wanted to make her happy. I
learned that most girls feel respected and truly loved when they’re introduced
to their suitor’s family. What I did wasn’t about impressing her, though. It
was about genuinely and sincerely making her happy because I really loved her.
And I did it for myself, too. I wanted to send a message to my parents, and that
is I’m all grown up now. I can manage my life well and be independently
responsible for my actions, however they may turn out. I can make decisions now
and no longer think like a typical teenager does because, well, I’m no longer a
teenager. Furthermore, I wanted them to know that their bunso isn’t bunso any
more. They got the idea, I suppose.
Is she my girlfriend now? No. One
week after that, we parted ways. Things didn’t turn out to be the way I wanted
and expected them to be. The two months I spent on courting her was so full of
happy memories and sweet moments it almost felt like a fairy tale come true.
Love arrived at the time it was most unexpected and went away just as fast as
it came, leaving me feeling fooled—but it’s just a feeling, not a conclusion.
Apparently, it was a love story with a sweet beginning and a bitter ending.
Fairy tales are fairy tales. This one was reality, but life goes on for me.
Better opportunities are coming my way—much
better opportunities.
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