Oh God, It's Family
My mom went on a cleaning binge yesterday--way more than what is normal. It was like she wanted the house to be perfect. And then she started preparing some Filipino food like lumpia and pancit. I thought that she was going to host a party for her friends. Nope. The first guests arrived a few minutes ago and turned out to be my Aunt and her kids. No Filipinos. Apparently, the family was coming. The family.
It's too late to run away!
I'm currently hiding away in my room because I know the questions are going to start flying in my direction on where I'm working, where I'm living, and the question they all want to know... do I have a girlfriend.
*Sigh*
Update 2215
Well the guests are gone and I can breathe a sigh of relief.
I managed to keep away from the conversation that the adults were having by taking care of my little cousins. Thankfully, I escaped most of the prying questions and yet at the end of the day, I still having a burning hole in my heart.
It's too late to run away!
I'm currently hiding away in my room because I know the questions are going to start flying in my direction on where I'm working, where I'm living, and the question they all want to know... do I have a girlfriend.
*Sigh*
Update 2215
Well the guests are gone and I can breathe a sigh of relief.
I managed to keep away from the conversation that the adults were having by taking care of my little cousins. Thankfully, I escaped most of the prying questions and yet at the end of the day, I still having a burning hole in my heart.
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Option 2: Invent a fictional girlfriend who can't be there because of a family emergency.
Option 3: Impose on a female friend to phone up while your family are there, and talk briefly to your mother.
She should casually drop a line into the conversation something like "Oh, could you please tell David I'll be half an hour late for our date on Thursday - I know how he worries. Anyway...."
Option 4: Get a little bit drunk and declare to the assembled family, "You've all got this stupid obsession about me getting married. Well I'm not going to get married because I'm gay. Now fuck off and don't bother me again."
You'll have to say it twice more to get through the wall of shocked incredulity from the first time.
Option 5: Develop gastric flu two days before they arrive. Croak down the phone that you're sorry they'll have to postpone too.