Primo takes me to meet Stephanie.
She. Is. Lovely.
This is how it’s supposed to go when you meet the relatives of your boyfriend. Unless you are a truly horrible person, which I am not, relatives are supposed to be gracious and welcoming.
Heck, even if you are a truly horrible person, relatives are supposed to be gracious and welcoming. Sure, there can be trash talk later, but not to the new person or to her boyfriend. You are supposed to be nice to the new person, even if she is horrible. For one thing, you never want to force your relative to defend his horrible girlfriend. People will dig in their heels if they feel they are being attacked and might stay with a horrible girlfriend just out of spite.
Wait. “Spite” is the wrong word. More like, just out of, “I don’t want you to be able to say, ‘I told you so!’ to me, so I am not going to break up with her.”
But I digress.
When Stephanie opens the door, she hugs me and says, "I finally get to meet you! I have been so looking forward to this! Come on in! What would you like to drink? Do you want a snack? Michael! Maria! Come here! Say hello to your Uncle Primo’s girlfriend!”
The kids hug Primo and then shake my hand, look me in the eye, smile, and say, “Nice to meet you.”
Stephanie: What can I get you to drink? I have diet Coke. Regular Coke. Orange juice. Milk. Beer.
Me: Diet Coke would be great.
Stephanie: Are you hungry? Andrew! Get Goldie a diet Coke and some of those cannoli we made yesterday!
Whoa. Food and drink the second I cross the threshold. I like her.
Primo plays Monopoly with M and M. Stephanie and I talk. How did Primo and I meet? Are we getting married? We don’t know yet? We'd been dating for a year! Come on! How can we not know? Where am I from? What about my family? Could Primo and I come over for supper?
This is the sort of welcome I hoped to have from Sly and Doris. You know. A welcoming welcome.