There comes a time in a new relationship--depending on circumstance--when the inevitable meeting of family and friends occurs. I've always found it difficult to go from the excitement of getting to know someone one-on-one, to the nervous breakdown phase of being introduced to the other part of a person's life.
Nick asked me to go with him to a Memorial Day BBQ...with most of his motley crew of friends and cohorts. My stomach flipped, heart raced. Ah man, isn't it too soon? We've only know each other for 3+ weeks. Isn't that a bit early to meet the crew? He assures me it's all good, so I make a big bowl of potato salad and try to calm the jitters. What if they don't like me? What if I don't like them? What if an asteroid hits the planet and I have to somehow fight to survive with these total strangers? (Hey, it could happen!)
However, other than that first awkward moment when we walked out onto the back deck and everyone turned to stare at the "new girl", the party was really fun. His friends were sweet and welcoming, and the heaps of food were amazing and delicious. I laughed my head off, told a few good stories myself, and felt like an idiot at the end of the day for worrying, even when I met Nick's sister--who was really nice, by the way. (And thankfully, the rest of his family lives in Colorado, because there's only so much a girl can take in one day).
I don't seem to be getting much done lately, what with these new and unexpected Nick distractions. It's been quite awhile since I've had long, meandering phone conversations, shared dinners with someone, or been to a really great party. I often find myself staring off into space, mind spinning with the changes that have transpired in just one short month.
And ladies, just between us? I forgot how time-consuming it is to have a man around.
I'm not complaining.