Meeting the parents

I know. I've got your attention already. It's one of the bitter yet sweet subjects which is good to hear when it's happening to someone else. I can see you now, smiling yet shifting uncomfortably and vehemently denying you would even think of taking this as a sport. I used to be you, that's until I had to meet the parents.
For the uninitiated lets just say it's never a walk in the park. Even if you can your partner's parents are on a first name basis. It's difficult and disturbing.
But you always need to put it in perspective. They are the parents. And you are this mean thing that somehow has managed to sway their impressionable child's mind. Doesn't matter, he/she has been an adult for a decade now. No contest.
So after the small frivolities, it's time for the big question. "What are your intentions for my child?" You begin a well rehearsed speech. Tsk.. they aren't even listening. They are looking towards you, watching your mouth open and close in an odd way but nothing gets through. They are too preoccupied.
In the end, since they are not too all bad and partly as they want to save further humiliation for the next meeting they bring the meeting to a close. You are a free man. At least, till the next hearing you are.

You breathe. You gather your thoughts. You wonder, why the most important things to say never got spoken. You chuckle at the fate of those who've yet to get to the other side. And then, you write.

Note: Views expressed by the writer is entirely his own, and is not to be generalised.