When I was out of town the week before last, my mom came into town to take care of my son and dogs. By the time I told Harley my mom was coming into town, I had already pictured him meeting her and helping her out during the week. Of course, the first thing he did was offer to do just that. I told him that would be great.
My mom is on the shy and reserved side, so I made sure she met Harley before I left town. The four of us went out to dinner. I couldn’t really tell what my mom was thinking. I knew she would love him, but I didn’t know how long it would take for her to realize that. I wasn’t sure if she was going to be put off by the color of his skin (get over it already! & he’s lighter than my son) or his occasional mannerisms. Regardless, I knew it would be a matter of time before she saw him for who he is…a totally kind-hearted person.
Harley and I sat next to each other during dinner. I had my hand on his leg. I find it strange to be dating as an adult in the presence of my parents. I’m normally not comfortable with PDA (public displays of affection), especially around my parents, but it felt comfortable. Whatever self-consciousness and tendencies to over think everything (including people’s reactions to my behavior) were just not there.
While I was gone, he brought over a recliner for my mom to sit in (I just had inexpensive chairs from Urban Outfitters), a TV (my son broke our LCD TV, so we had reverted to a tiny archaic TV), and soda for my mom. Harley knew she likes soda since she ordered it at the restaurant. He wasn’t sure which kind she likes, so he brought her Coke and Pepsi.
I got back into town about 6 hours before my mom’s flight home. Before I dropped her off at the airport, I asked her if she thought I should “officially” date Harley. She said yes. She told me I would need to learn how to compromise. She also told me not to take him for granted. Later that day, Harley asked my son if it was okay if he dated me. Without hesitation, he said yes. That was October 24.