He beats our daughter!

Something on those lines must have been part of my parent’s thoughts when they met twentytwo. To my surprise they neither started a conversation about kink, nor did they make embarrassing remarks about their own sexual preferences. If this was simply due to a lack of vocabulary in that area or general politeness I can’t tell. I only know that I’m proud of them for so many reasons.

They met twentytwo without making a lot of fuss about it. Yes, initially my dad had refused to meet him, but he quickly changed his mind. (Thanks, mum)

They were absolutely lovely and cute and concerned about making a good impression. My dad even asked me in advance for some words in English that he thought would be useful for having a conversation.

They made me feel incredibly loved and accepted. It must have been a big step for them to meet ‘the boyfriend’ who is only marginally younger than they are. Who has a past they know about and that has caused me some distress in the past. They know (roughly) what we are into and I’m sure it took some effort not to imagine their daughter being beaten and abused by the relatively sane looking man sitting next to her.

This man made me really happy when he agreed to meet my parents and I think he did a great job trying to understand my parent’s school English, looking at my mum’s (nice but rather boring) pictures and letting her try his Béarnaise sauce.

I was surprised that the whole situation wasn’t as weird as I expected it to be. I thought it would be more than strange to see my dad and twentytwo in the same room. To see my ‘Papa’ and my Daddy chatting to each other. To look at my mum and twentytwo and to think that they would be a nice couple as well. Obviously it was a bit awkward, but on the whole the evening left me with a very happy feeling about my amazingly tolerant parents and a boyfriend that cares enough about me to meet ‘The Germans’.