Giving up your freedom (a story of pain)
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You know when you have a new other half, there is a whirl of meeting family/friends etc? Well, as I have known the girl whom I have recently started seeing for 15 years, you would have thought that I would know most of the family. It seems not – and the past three weeks have been a constant round of family stuff; despite being her best friend for years, I have largely managed to avoid the family stuff so far. I can no longer do this.
A constant round of events has seen me schmoozing my way past aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents. I have been to lunches, dinners, a christening. I have held babies, and I have charmed old ladies – and I am sick to the back teeth of it. So I raised the subject – and was (gently) told that this is the way her family is, and that I would get used to it.
So, dinner, last night. At an uncle’s house in Kensington. I had had a bad day at work, and was feeling rebellious – all I wanted was my garden, my boardshorts, my hammock and a Flashman book to potter through. After more small talk about, working in the City (he's an investment banker), I start acting up; several weeks of being paraded around the family has taken its toll by now, and I am past caring. And perhaps a little drunk.
Culmination? She throws me out of the car somewhere on the King’s Road. Apparently I was flirting with her (gorgeous) 20 year old cousin (I deny this - I am just naturally warm towards beautiful women; it's not as if I wish to sleep with them. Honest). And when accused of such behaviour, instead of showing contrition, I thought it was funny. ‘That’ll teach her to make me do the domesticated/family thing’ thought I as I sauntered down the King’s Road. Soon afterwards, it wasn’t so amusing; especially as I realised that phone, keys and wallet were in the passenger doorbin of her car.
Walked the god-knows-how-many miles to her house, woke her up, retrieved my paraphenalia with as much dignity as I could muster (not much, at this point) and stalked off into the night feeling distinctly like I had lost this round. Sometimes, a man has to make a stand. Ultimately, in this case, I suspect that I should have picked my battle a bit better...and remembered my bloody stuff.
Damn.
A constant round of events has seen me schmoozing my way past aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents. I have been to lunches, dinners, a christening. I have held babies, and I have charmed old ladies – and I am sick to the back teeth of it. So I raised the subject – and was (gently) told that this is the way her family is, and that I would get used to it.
So, dinner, last night. At an uncle’s house in Kensington. I had had a bad day at work, and was feeling rebellious – all I wanted was my garden, my boardshorts, my hammock and a Flashman book to potter through. After more small talk about, working in the City (he's an investment banker), I start acting up; several weeks of being paraded around the family has taken its toll by now, and I am past caring. And perhaps a little drunk.
Culmination? She throws me out of the car somewhere on the King’s Road. Apparently I was flirting with her (gorgeous) 20 year old cousin (I deny this - I am just naturally warm towards beautiful women; it's not as if I wish to sleep with them. Honest). And when accused of such behaviour, instead of showing contrition, I thought it was funny. ‘That’ll teach her to make me do the domesticated/family thing’ thought I as I sauntered down the King’s Road. Soon afterwards, it wasn’t so amusing; especially as I realised that phone, keys and wallet were in the passenger doorbin of her car.
Walked the god-knows-how-many miles to her house, woke her up, retrieved my paraphenalia with as much dignity as I could muster (not much, at this point) and stalked off into the night feeling distinctly like I had lost this round. Sometimes, a man has to make a stand. Ultimately, in this case, I suspect that I should have picked my battle a bit better...and remembered my bloody stuff.
Damn.
Another quality installment from our resident swordsman. 
Chaps. Let's clear something up; I am in no way interested in the cousin - I adore the g/f. I suspect the flirting was really just an attempt at paying her back for dragging me off to another family gathering. Just thought I'd post a story that may make you laugh. A man standing up for his principles, refusing to be tamed, fighting the good fight for all fellow men - and ultimately having to walk home across London at 2 in the morning.
Harry Flashman said:
A constant round of events has seen me schmoozing my way past aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents. I have been to lunches, dinners, a christening. I have held babies, and I have charmed old ladies – and I am sick to the back teeth of it. So I raised the subject – and was (gently) told that this is the way her family is, and that I would get used to it.
Tell her your not used to doing all this family stuff and ultimately you want to out with her not her family. So if it is an important occasion, then you are more than happy to go, if not she will have to accept it.
Disclaimer - staceyb is in no way responsible for any consequences of said actions
staceyb said:
Harry Flashman said:
A constant round of events has seen me schmoozing my way past aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents. I have been to lunches, dinners, a christening. I have held babies, and I have charmed old ladies – and I am sick to the back teeth of it. So I raised the subject – and was (gently) told that this is the way her family is, and that I would get used to it.
Tell her your not used to doing all this family stuff and ultimately you want to out with her not her family. So if it is an important occasion, then you are more than happy to go, if not she will have to accept it.
Disclaimer - staceyb is in no way responsible for any consequences of said actions
LOL! The voice of feminine wisdom!!
Tell her that it hurts you, emotionally speaking, to be around her family. They are so loving and caring for each other that it makes you wish your family were all like that............ especially now they're all dead.
No woman worth her bunk up would drag you into the front line of family niceties with that nugget in her mind.
No woman worth her bunk up would drag you into the front line of family niceties with that nugget in her mind.
apologies if by some freak of the internet there is any truth in the above story, or indeed there has been an unfortunate recent passing
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