Over Famillial
I met this girl who shared my ethnic and religious background, which is rare in my case as I’m from a very small minority population. This fact alone compelled me to pursue her. Alas, I soon found her interest in money and the status trappings rather off-putting. She was persistent though, and in keeping with the lay of the NYC dating land, I figured we could continue seeing each other without over-committing.
The first time she spent the night at my place, she called her family and handed the phone to me so I could “meet” them! I was promptly invited over for Sunday dinner, despite having no desire to do so that early in the proceedings. I was able to get out of it because of my own (and non-fabricated) family matters.
We did have one more stay-over “date.” Like the previous one, nothing physical happened. She invited herself over, and to begin to make my point to her, I didn’t allow her to get intimate. The next morning I had told her in no uncertain terms that it would not work between us and that I wanted to preempt a long dragged-out inevitable march to separation. Despite my direct approach, she kept asking for clarifications. I grew frustrated and just left.
When I returned home later that day, I found her spare heels on my bedroom floor. It seemed very convenient and clever and I was annoyed. The next day I offered in good faith to return the shoes myself and spare her the trip. I needed to be fast about it because I had a new date lined up afterwards. When I arrived, she insisted I come upstairs rather than just meet me in the lobby so I did – very reluctantly.
No sooner had I sat on the couch (with my coat still on) there was a knock at the door and her family appeared “unexpectedly.” I had no choice but to meet her folks. After a few pleasantries, I had to suffer a speech from the mother about how young men these days are afraid of commitment. Despite their attempts to make me stay, I managed to extricate myself and ran off to my next date as soon as I could.
