Raise your hands: How many of you slept in the same room as your significant other the first time you went to his parents’ house and stayed there overnight?
Yeah. Me neither.
Every single time I have ever visited the parents (1), I have stayed in my own room and the boyfriend has stayed in his own room.
Anytime I have taken a boyfriend to my parents’ house, we have had separate sleeping quarters.
It never even occurred to me that it would be any other way – that parents would expect their child, even their adult child, to share a room with his SO.
But then, I have never met Primo’s mom and dad before.
“They pride themselves on being hip,” he tells me when he explains that they are very annoyed at the idea that I would not be comfortable sharing a room with him under their roof.
Wait. “Annoyed” is probably not the right word.
They are pissed.
Primo: They just don’t want to clean the spare room. And, like I said, they pride themselves on being hip.
Me: Parents are not supposed to be hip. I can promise you that when we go to my mom’s house, we will be in separate rooms. My mother is not hip.
1. I have multiple data points on parental visits. Not with the guy in grad school whose parents, it turned out, didn’t even know I existed. That, my friends, is a red flag that should not be ignored. I ignored it. But that’s a different story.