Is it possible to be more nervous meeting your guy's dog than his parents?

I met the Fockers last night. (can't wait to see that movie) And I think it went well. So well, in fact, that his mother said she hopes to see me again "real soon." I felt like I'd just stepped out of a country-western (is there any such thing as country-eastern?) movie. Real soon, hee haw!

Then again, she could just be saying that to be polite.

So I ironed my hair, did my face all colourful, wore a slightly cleavageable top and smiled prettily when answering questions and listening to their comments. My guy told me I was "GORGEOUS" last night. I've moved up a notch from cute! For the past two weeks he's been calling me cute. Cute this, cute that, I have a cute arse, a cute nose, even my nostrils are cute!

Ever had somebody compliment you on your nostrils? Oh yeah baby, love at first sniff.

Then last night he drops the bombshell that I, in fact, am one! A bombshell, that is. Boy was my head just seven layers into the 9th cloud.

We watched his two movie staples: The Blues Brothers and the Blues Brothers 2000. I appeased his comedic appetite by "enjoying" them. I more so enjoyed his little flippant-flippancies he was making all throughout the movie. I'd be lying on his belly and to avoid feedback from my hearing aid... I had to turn that belly-lying one off else I hear the good, bad and ugly whistle theme. Everytime he went to say something I'd have to lift my head and turn my aid back on and smile...because he was giving me such a crick in the neck.

All in all, good times were had. Tonight is dinner at MY restaurant and I will not take no for an answer. And maybe a little sumtin'-sumtin'...