A nervous wreck

I thought…

Other than the mentally traumatizing (but not physically painful) wisdom teeth extraction, i never imagine anything else could have made me panic and turn into a nervous wreck…

But it happened.

All thanks to my adorably irritating dear…
Dropping this question while at the doc ytd:

“Meet and have dinner with my mom?”

Well, i thought he was joking, since it has only been 2 weeks and after all, i’ve been teasing him about meeting my parents. But when he asked again, i was like…

Okay, let’s just get it over and done with.

He clearly was enjoying the fact i was getting all panicky, with that grin on his face… And half the time, i was asking myself, why the hell did i agree to it?!

*smack self*

Through out the whole dinner, i didn’t know what to say, just quietly ate and hope it’ll be over soon.
His mom seemed to feel as uncomfortable as i am, since he didn’t exactly tell her he’s bringing me home and didn’t help make his mom and me feel better…

*smack dear*

At least dinner was good.
Hopefully she didn’t find me wierd or anything… >.<

As for him…
I’m so NOT going to help you, when it’s your turn to meet my parents.

*Evil Grin*