So last night was another episode into insanity with my elderly Japanese Grandfather and Great Aunt..... oh the joys of arguing with my Great Aunt that I needed to help her get into my car and her yelling at me that she could do it herself....she can't, she's a stubborn, crazy, old goat... and my grandfather turning off his hearing aid so he couldn't hear us argue. sweet.
So we'eve been going to an specific Japanese restaurant in the DC area ever since I can remember, my grandparents know the owners, they came to my cousins wedding and my grandmothers funeral, we go back like a lazy boy. In any event, every time I bring them to said restaurant all the staff come over to say hi, tell them how lucky they are that their grandson is taking care of them etc. etc. etc. (Little do they know I do it for the free sushi!!! momma's on a budget!)
Last night however, a new wrinkle has been brought into the mix. Apparently I've reached the "marrying age" by some unknown asian benchmark that I have yet to determine. In any event the owner came over while we were eating and asked me what I did, I told her. She asked me what I had gone to school for, I told her. She asked me what my plans were etc. I told her, she's a nice little asian lady that gives me free food.... I'm all over it!!
P.S. I tried explaining the gay thing to my grandfather and grandmother and all my great aunts but I don't think that they understand. I told my grandfather I prefer boys to girls and his response was, "of course you do! who wants to be around girls all the time!" and my grandmothers only response was "as long as you boys don't get into any trouble".... sweeeeet.
Anyways, back to the night in question.... the owner then produced a pad and a pen, she wanted my phone number and email address for her daughter. I was dumbfounded, not only because of the brashness of the situation...but honestly, you could roast marshmallows off the flame I produce. My grandfather and great aunt were doing the "I'm smiling cuz I know what's going on but I'm not going to say anything" thing so I very sheepishly put down my parent's home phone number and an email address that I don't use very often. We'll see what develops from this situation but I swear if a picture bride shows up on my front door I'm bleaching my hair blonde and having so much plastic surgery I end up looking like one of Hitlers youth......