What a weekend!

Maybe and I went to the Senior (Citizen) Prom, he decided to finish his PhD, and I did a seasonal closet switch!

Though we didn't go to our Senior Prom together, he came by to keep me company as I had to work at the Senior (Citizen) Prom on Friday night. With him there, it didn't feel too much like I was working:


(Ok, so now you know what he looks like.)

The Prom King and Queen were a couple celebrating their 55th wedding anniversary that night. When they left she told me it was the happiest night of her life. They danced to their wedding song, "I'll be loving you, Always". My coworker pointed out another senior couple at the dance who have been dating for a year or so. Apparently they had been caught at another event before, making out in a shower stall. SERIOUSLY. They had to be in their 70s or 80s.

And yes, Maybe decided to return to school and finish his PhD. I just don't know how I'll be able to empathize with him when he gets frustrated about math things. My eyes kind of glaze over when he uses words like "quantum", "linear", "exponential", "neuron", or "numbers". Just kidding, sort of.

Sunday I realized that sweater season was over. This meant that I moved the sweaters out of my closet and into a drawer and pulled out all my tank tops and hung them up. I know other people must do this as well. It happens twice a year!

Also, as of tomorrow, I will have been a P-towner for 6 months. No longer my new city!

I only post conversations

Context: Girls Night with the youth. One girl brings Uno for us to play as a group. It comes in a deluxe box.

I say aloud to myself, "Wow, this is like hardcore Uno!" Then, from across the room I overhear Emo teenage girl #1 say to Emo teenage girl #2, "Dude! I've never heard an adult say hardcore! That is sooo funny!" #2 responds, "Yeah! Can you imagine an adult in a mosh pit?" They start to giggle.

Me: Girls, I was in a mosh pit before you were born.
#1 and #2: !!!

Now, this is kind of stretching the truth. I remember witnessing my first mosh pit when I was about 14. Sarah Raser and I went to a hardcore punk show held in my church's parking lot. I wore Birkenstocks. Not too mosh-propriate.

Nana-isms

I'm being that girl again...

Maybe gets a 10 for dim sum with Mr. and Mrs. Ng.

But that isn't why I'm writing.

Saturday night we had dinner with his family for his mom's birthday. Afterward we were all in the living room listening to a Carole King CD. I'm sitting on the sofa between Maybe and his 80-something year old super cute grandma (Nana). Maybe's had a few beers and for some reason is showing me the hair on his legs.

Maybe to me: I have hairy legs.
Nana to me: You know what hairy legs mean, don't you?
Me: (bewildered) No, I don't actually.
Nana: Oh, that's good.
Me: (nervous laugh)
(pause)
Nana: It means sex! I mean, sexy!

We both about died from laughter and embarassment.

2 + 3 + 1 Simple Rules

So maybe I will be that girl.

On Saturday Maybe and I will have dim sum with my parents. He's met them before, but they don't really remember each other, especially not like this. Last night we were going over what he needed to know/do to ensure a smooth encounter.

1) Don't say anything sentimental to or around my mom or else she will start to tear up creating an awkward moment.
2) Take everything my dad says with a grain of salt. He will likely sermonize and he will likely offend (not personally but generally).

Those are the two that my mom left me with, but as Maybe and I were talking we realized there were others, like:

3) Wear a collared, tucked in shirt.
4) Call them "Mr. and Mrs." Ng.
5) Don't take the last piece of food from any dish.

And this morning I realized there was one more we didn't discuss at the moment but know:

6) Substantially minimize P.D.A.

Not too bad, eh?

Maybe = Definitely

I will continue to call my boyfriend Maybe, for the purposes of this blog. He is not, nor was he ever really a "Maybe", but it is a clever play on his name, for which I am proud.

Who is he? We went to high school together, and were friends, but more so because I was good friends with some of his best friends. He was at my house the night I left for college. We were in the same group to at least two dances. Our sophomore year for homecoming we are standing back to back in a picture. We think we had a math class together. He loves and follows God. Up until recently was getting his PhD in math. He is planning to teach at the junior college level. He plays the drums with great joy in an old school punk band. He works with his family in their business right now. There is a lot more to say, but I guess that is a bare bones explanation.

I'm supposed to update, but I don't really know how to do that in this medium. After we made it "official" on Friday night I said, "this is weird!" not just because I haven't had a boyfriend in many years, but also because, w.t.h., it is (insert Maybe's first and last name here)!!! He's one of the guys who girls admired and respected and drooled over from afar, but was also known to be a really kind, down to earth person. (One of the stories I remember about him was that our senior year, he turned down some academic scholarships because he said that the money should go to someone who actually needed it.) I was showing my mom his picture in the yearbook and 8 years ago I drew a little heart by his picture. One of those things 17 year old girls do to annotate their lives. Thank God we are different people than we were 10 years ago... but I still get a little of that high school flutter when I look at him sometimes.

OK this is enough for now. Even though the skeptic in me is being overtaken by the romantic, I still have my limits.

WM + AF

A good friend and I have a website called RACE DAYS (link to the right). She has just posted about an experience she had in the classroom a few days ago and how she responded to it.

Now that I am, for the first time, a (white-looking) Asian Female dating a White Male, this topic holds new interest. I have to say that I always prided myself on the fact that my dad is "the Asian one", and that I always found Asian men (and men of color) in general to be more attractive than white men. In college, I looked down at the high maintenance AF clinging to the arm of her jockish WM. This is/was an honest feeling but, like many sources of pride and most feelings of superiority, poorly based.

Ah, the interracial. When will I be free from you?

Not anytime soon, because as of Sunday, I will be the godmother of a beautiful little hapa girl - Kadie "Chunky Monkey" Hsieh. I'm very proud and a little intimidated.