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A few weeks ago, GTB came to Seattle and got to, as he put it, see how I roll. Last weekend, I got to see how he rolls in Portland. This Saturday , he will have the unique honor of seeing how they roll in Hometown. That’s right, I’m taking him home. <\/p>\n
Put in simplest terms, I’m going to help out with mom’s grand opening and he’s accompanying me. Of course, as with anything related to my dating life, it’s never that simple.<\/p>\n
Much as I denied it and ran from it and moved cross country to avoid admitting it, Hometown is part of what makes me, me. Sure, I can party with big city folk. I have decent enough manners to attend high-brow literary events and fundraising dinners. I am, hand’s down, the best in-city driver EVER (ask anyone!). I can parallel park in eight square feet of space. I talk fast and can be rude if necessary. But, deep down, I’m still a hick. And this is never more evident than it is when I’m in Hometown. <\/p>\n
This isn’t to say, of course, that everyone who lives near my parents is a stupid, wife-beating, gossip-spreading, small-minded, inbred cave person (though there are a few of those, too). Because there are some totally cool people there. But a good majority of them would shudder at the idea of my big city life, and the Girl GTB has so far gotten to know.<\/p>\n
I’m really excited for GTB to meet my parents, and their dog, and my old cat. I’m pumped for him to see my dinky grade school, and the house I grew up in, and the bar where everyone does karaoke on Saturday nights. He’s totally down with the “country” vibe. I think there are things about hometown he’ll really dig. But when I invited him to come with me, I didn’t thoroughly think through the potential risk to my love life the large picture of my siblings and me that hangs in the front stairwell poses. <\/p>\n
If the thought of him meeting people who’ve known me since I was a chubby cheerleader who’d never heard of the Velvet Underground wasn’t frightening enough, he will get to see actual photgraphic evidence of that at my parents’ house.<\/p>\n
God help us both.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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