Dinner!

I recently met my boyfriend's parents for the first time. Since I live in a different state, I knew that whatever impression I made was important-- mostly because I couldn't fix it. Until I was able to get down there again, I was going to be "that girl who______"
a) Spit all over
b) Broke the precious hand me down china
c) Fell over.

Even while I was packing, I made sure to pack 'nice' clothes (most of my wardrobe looks like a teenaged boy's, not a lot of room for nice.). When I knew we were going over to his parents house, I did my hair, make-up, everything. I wanted to make sure I made the BEST impression EVAR.

That didn't happen.

It started innocently. My boyfriend's little sister's friend mentioned something about nylon, and without thinking I blurted out "I'm allergic to nylon!"
"Oh really? What else are you allergic to?"
"Latex!"

Now. The first thing *I* think of is balloons. Or doctor gloves.
Mom and Boyfriend had a meeting (giggled conversation in the laundry room) about GUESS WHAT.

But I could recover. I tried to smooth over the conversation, finished dinner, (thank goodness my parents are interesting enough to talk about. Because all I wanted was my mom and dad. And that's all I could think about, and in turn, what I ended up blabbing about.)
Then, as we're leaving, his mom goes to hug me.
Yes!
This means that she doesn't hate me! You don't HUG people you hate!
She happened to have hoop earrings on. Now, for ANY other person alive, this wouldn't have been a problem. Me? Well, I managed to hook my thumb into it and rip it out.

I stood there for a moment, earring in hand, stuck between fear, dread, and embarrassement. I had ripped out my boyfriend's mother's earring. There was no graceful recovery from that.
"Where's my earring?"
"Uhm. Right here. Uhm. Sorry. I'll leave now."

Fortunately, they invited me back.