This Is a First

So it looks like the Boyfriend is going to meet my short roommates.

In the five years I've been divorced, they've never been introduced to anyone I dated. Mostly because those were disposable relationships with limited lifespans, dudes I had no intention of keeping around. The one time I did date someone for a longer period of time, he didn't want to meet the kids, which worked out good since I like to limit their exposure to complete assholes.

Guys usually got the spiel on the first date. "I have two kids. They live with me half the time, they already have a daddy, and they don't meet the people I date. Wanna see my tongue ring?" 99% of the time it was no big deal, and the guy either shrugged it off or claimed to impressed by my mad maternal skillz. Plus, one of the perks of dating a single mom is: you know she puts out. Ba-dum-BUM. CHA!

(Dear Dad: Not really.)

((Dear everyone else: Totally.))

Anyway, that's the way it's been up 'til now and I think it was the way to go. But one of my friends pointed out recently that I might not need to be so rigid about it this time. They're a little older, they already know about him, and he's a great guy who wants to meet them. So maybe it doesn't have to be a Big Deal. Maybe it can just be ... dinner.

As long as he brings ice cream, we're golden.

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Of interest only to immediate family: the Bons meets Peyton. Oh my GAWD the cuteness.