This is a first for cchase101.
Now if you’re a regular reader, then you know what these are. They are stories where I overreach and make a fool of myself in some way, shape or form. They aren’t my crowning achievements, let’s put it that way.
Well this specific story (yah, that’s what I’ll call it) as interpreted by her takes place on out dating stomping ground at Bible College and the day I unceremoniously met my future dad-in-law, Don Brown. I’ll let her take it from here…and I will make some “comments” at the end ( look for the “*“!)
It was the fall semester of our second year of Bible College. Chris and I had just made that *AWKWARD transition from friends to ‘couple’. All semester I had been having regular phone chats with both my mom and sister who were being kept up-to-the-minute on the Chris-and-Becca details. But one very important person was left in the dark- my dad. I couldn’t talk to my dad about boys. So when my dad came to the school to pick me up and take me home for Reading Break, the first impression he had of Chris Chase was not the greatest.
I went to my room to finish packing. Dad waited in the lounge. Chris thought he’d use this time to work his charm. Now, in his defense, he was under the impression that I had told my dad all about him. I had not. *I may not have even mentioned him at all….
So this *very loud, very outgoing young black man walks up to my dad and starts chatting away. My dad, being polite, asked him where he was from. An ongoing joke in our bible college was that Chris was a honourary Newfie*. So Chris jokingly tells my dad he was from Cornerbrook, NFLD. Then he threw up the ‘W’ symbol with his hand and followed it up by saying ‘Wesssst Siiiide’. Very smooth*.
On the car ride home, my dad, again very politely, asked ‘Who was that boy? He was very…. friendly.’ I did eventually fill him in…. although I think it was a good six months later when I realized that he really did think Chris was from Newfoundland.
I take only a small portion of responsibility for this epic fail.
Okay…now let CLARIFY a couple of things here:
- I was a lot less self-aware at 22-23 than I am now. And a lot less loud. Just saying…
- *The transition WAS awkward indeed, but it worked, did it not? Boom, blew your mind! Your boy had moves back in the early 2000’s, man! Now, not so much…though every so often, I can pull a rabbit out of the hat. I’ll blog about the awkwardness one day.
- * How you not gonna say, “and by the way, I gotta man, daddy.” Or at least TELL your boyfriend that your dad didn’t know. I was set up man. You know it’s true!
- * I wasn’t THAT loud. On a scale of Becca to Jeff Hackett, I would have been a Kathy/Maria (all inside jokes here!)
- * I AM an honorary Newfie. Got “screeched” in, kissed a fish, drank cod liver oil…the whole gambit. So take that!
- * I do not remember the west side thing.Therefore, it never happened.
So there you have it. Thanks Becca for adding to my blog with another embarrassing story of my life. I love you very much.