Tricksy.
On Saturday night, I pulled kind of a dick move.
Bacon and I were just hanging out at my apartment and relaxing, and I decided to Skype my mom. We were talking and catching up, talking about Christmas plans. She asked if I knew what Bacon was getting me for Christmas, and I said, “I don’t know. Why don’t you ask him?”
When I looked at Bacon, he had sheer panic in his eyes. My mom paused for a second and then asked if he was there. I said that he was and asked if she wanted to speak to him. Of course she did, and I passed the phone to Bacon, who was half-glaring and half-deer-in-headlights-ing at me.
While he stayed on the phone with my mom, he grabbed my hand. Hard. Like, he had a death grip upon my fingers and kept awkwardly clenching and unclenching. Whenever he’d relax for a second, I’d pull my hand away, and he’d immediately clasp it again.
I’ve never seen him so nervous. I was kind of laughing a bit. Because I’m sometimes a jerk.
For a while, it was awkward. He would laugh and then bring up a new topic, like asking how the weather was or what he should get me, things like that. But he did relax into it soon enough, and by the end, he’d let my hand go, although the glare was still in place. He asked enough questions about my mom and gave enough responses in return. They talked for around seven minutes or so. Overall, it went very well.
When he handed the phone back to me, my mom said, “Oh, [HYF]. He is so. nice.” She even sent me an e-mail to forward him with pictures of the holiday decorations around my house.
And to think, it only took a year for him to meet my mom. I still have yet to meet his parents. Baby steps, people. Baby steps.
