I’m just going to preface this story by declaring that my mum, who I love dearly and count as one of my best friends, has absolutely zero chill when it comes to being a wing woman.
We are a very tight-knit family, which often means we become… quite involved in each other’s lives.
Over the years, my siblings’ partners have embraced the closeness of our family; just before he proposed, my sister’s fiance started working for the same company as mum, and my brother’s girlfriend has previously lived at my parents’ house part-time.
So when I moved back home for two months earlier this year, every Friday night was a party. A party at which I was the perpetual seventh wheel.
For the most part, I don’t mind being single – after too many dates from hell at times I think I actually prefer it.
But lately, my mum has become increasingly comfortable lovingly meddling in my dating life by attempting to set me up.
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Many of you will think this sounds like a nightmare – but I can’t help but find it funny. If anything, it’d be a much better story than meeting someone on Tinder.
So when mum told me she’d met ‘the perfect guy for me’ at work a few weeks back, I wasn’t surprised to learn he’d scored an invite to brunch at my parents’ house the very weekend I’d planned a visit home.
What a coincidence.
I knew to expect a slightly awkward encounter (see above – no chill), but I didn’t expect him to be… such a catch.
Save for a brief Facebook stalk at the airport I didn’t know much about the man my mother had dubbed ‘so my type’, so when a very handsome 6 ft-something, 30-year-old French-Canadian engineer who we’ll call Sam* showed up at the front door, I was pleasantly surprised, and a little nervous.
Initially, I took a seat at the opposite end of the table – allowing him to mingle with other guests and giving me time to prepare myself. And by prepare myself I mean knock back a couple of glasses of bubbles.