12/24/2012

Holy Moly Night

Story Sent in by John:

Yvonne and I had been together for nine months when I asked her if she wanted to come over to my place for Christmas Eve. I planned an elaborate spread, a candlelit dinner, and a few good films to watch while cuddling. All in all, a great idea, I thought.

She loved the idea, and I went to work, researching recipes, films, candles, and so on. I wanted it to be a Christmas that neither of us would ever forget.

It wasn't. She arrived at my little apartment with her entire family. About a dozen people, total. I had not invited her family, and yet there they were: her three brothers, parents, a grandmother, two aunts, two uncles, and two cousins. Luckily, they brought loads of food, but I had only made enough for two.

I didn't say a word about it in front of anyone as they popped open beers, parked themselves on my couch, and made my evening several times louder than I had anticipated.

Not too long into it, I took Yvonne aside and explained the situation to her. She was mortified and apologized about 700 times, saying that it was a misunderstanding on her part and so on.

It was really okay. Not what I expected, but on the plus side, at least I was spending Christmas Eve with her, and her family had brought plenty of food and drinks.

Fun was had up until her older cousin, known for drinking a bit over-zealously, tried to stand up too quickly from the couch. I rushed to steady him, but he pulled away from me and shouted, "You're sleeping with her, but I will marry her!"

The other cousin and an uncle ushered him out and left for the night. After that awkwardness, the remainder of her family stuck around a little longer, then finally left, leaving Yvonne and I alone by midnight.

Before she left (she hadn't anticipated staying over), she asked if we could try a do-over of the dinner, the following night. She said she'd come over and do most of the cooking, and I agreed, provided that cooking be a team effort. It went great, and so has every tandem dinner since.

Her cousin didn't end up marrying her, after all.

7 comments:

  1. Yeah, this is why I don't date illegal immigrants. How many live chickens did she bring over?

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    1. That's raciest....and really funny!

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    2. I feel so wrong for laughing at that, Steve.

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  2. Bringing the entire family...the ultimate cock block!

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  3. Her cousin didn't end up marrying her, after all.

    This line bothers me. The fact that her cousin wanted to marry her and this didn't bother OP bothers me a little bit. Also, well, I don't know it just bothers me.

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  4. Wow, this story had so much potential, and the worst thing that happened was a drunk cousin made an awkward statement? OP got off so easy with this one...

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  5. Kinda nice having a happy ending for once...

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