Thanksgiving is on of my favorite days of the year because it reminds us to give thanks and count our blessings. Suddenly, so many things become so little when we realize how blessed and lucky we are.”
– Joyce Giraud
The one big question of my family and many people’s families is “is she take-home-to-the-parents-to-Thanksgivin’-dinner-worthy?” This is a big step in a relationship that truly communicates to your girlfriend, “you are wifey material enough to take home to not only my immediate family, but to all of my cousins, in-laws, and grandparents too.” To any girl – if your man takes you home to meet his family at Thanksgiving that is a sincere compliment, and don’t take it lightly.
I pride myself on the fact that it is a particularly charming compliment from me, due to the fact that I have never taken a girl home to meet my parents and extended family at our annual Thanksgiving gathering ever. I came close once though, and I have to say I regret not inviting her over earlier.
This was my last recent girlfriend, and I am not going to lie. I was head-over-heels for this girl. I had met her at my university one hot Summer day in the middle of July and somehow managed to get her number whether that was through acquired skill or blind luck. It was probably more of the latter. Nevertheless I got her number and walked away feeling like a champ, and the rest was history.
We dated and went from one step to to the next, from holding hands and kissing on the lips to full-on dating and saying, “I love you” while staring at each other deeply in the eyes over a romantic candle-lit dinner of chicken and sweet potato with wine prepared by yours truly. I was romancin’ her hard.
So by the time Thanksgiving rolled around she probably almost expected to be invited to my families’ Thanksgiving. It made sense. We were moving into a more serious relationship, and her family lived nearly three hours away which made Thanksgiving with her family nearly inaccessible. She did not know that I had never invited a girl over for Thanksgiving though, and she also did not know that I am pretty shy around even my own family.
I did what I do best and all too often and procrastinated about the subject, even until the day of Thanksgiving. She finally texted me the day of Thanksgiving asking me, “Hey…..am I coming or……”
It wasn’t that I was ashamed of her and did not want to show her off. In my mind she was the most beautiful girl in the world. Her blonde hair, green eyes, flawless skin, and coy smile all made me love her more. She was the type to take home to your parents because she wasn’t dumb and actually had above-average social skills, and she was the type your parents would fall in love with more than you did. I was just scared of what my family would think of me in general, and was too nervous and shy of a boy to bring her around at the time, so I procrastinated asking her until the very last minute.
I finally asked her the day of Thanksgiving after everyone had already eaten, and she was more than excited to come. She got there after most of my extended family had left (they left early) but still looked as gorgeous and perfectly put-together as ever. Her makeup, hair, style, were all perfect. I immediately felt the pang of regret for not asking her to come meet my parents sooner.
We even had a good time. I got to drive her around on my parent’s four-wheeler and show her the property. We ate Thanksgiving food until our hearts were content, and she laughed at me while I lied on the kitchen floor because I had eaten too much. Although we had a little argument on our sleeping arrangements for the night, I was the happiest man in the world because she was just there. I spent the night with her that night and fell asleep happy man in a happy turkey-induced coma.
Two years later things are very different. We are no longer together, so she obviously did not come to our Thanksgiving. I have not spoken to her in almost a year, and haven’t really heard about how she is doing or what she is really doing. It’s not that we had a terrible breakup where the last words we said to each other were, “I hate you and never want to see you again!” (although we had gotten pretty mad at each other before in the heat of the moment during our fights) The last time I saw her face there were tears streaming down her pretty face as she hugged me and told me goodbye, the week before she left the country to move away for good.
The lesson for me and to you is to not procrastinate, and if you have a feeling in your gut then go with it. At that time I had the feeling in my gut to invite my girlfriend over and spend time with her during Thanksgiving not only because she was going to be alone but because I genuinely enjoyed spending time with her and having her here. But I did not act on that gut instinct and instead procrastinated and waited it out which was a mistake. Do not make that mistake and act on the few opportunities you have, because you never know when those few opportunities are going to be gone, forever.
Now I can’t help but miss the Thanksgiving we had together, the person she was, the person I was, and can’t help but miss just having her to talk to. The ironic part is two years ago I was terrified to have her over for Thanksgiving, and now I would give anything to bring her back and have her here.
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