'The male Manners'

I can picture it now.............
A sunny afternoon Perhaps
my beautiful oval Rosewood dragon design table all layed out with my clean white napkins enbroided with a single red rose, my mothers favourite, cutlery clean and in their right places, so fussy my parents, every detail as to be right.'you can't mess up marjaorie thats not what I want for you', I can still here mother's words when I was nine, I remember doing cooking at school all I did was to forget to take the eggs for a cake, I knew then I had to impress.So back to my perfect day when my parents fianlly meet my boyfriend Lou, I'v been worrying my self silly for almost seven weeks, because I want them all to be happy like me.

Then faster than I would of liked,my magic day had arrived, first of all my parents came right on que, I was hoping they would be after Lou, 'you did say 2pm dear' yes mother' I gave a false smile through my gritted teeth because she knew what time i said and just wanted to beat Lou. 'Lovely dinner layout darling' my father said as he leaned over my head, to reach for the newspaper, ready to pretend to be reading and hide instead, not from Lou but dear old mother, he knows what she is like when she starts grilling some one new, infact she is like that with their long suffering postman lovely Mr Bob I still call him after 20 years.

Then Lou arrived very smart and although my parents didnt know he was so scared he had been driving 3 times round my street before coming in, he had text me just as my parents had arrived. I was able to give him a 2 second reasurance hug when mother shouted ' look henry its Majouries friend' I gave her a cold 'he's my boyfriend and you know it glare' and she knew I really liked this one.So we finally we all sat down and although father preferred meat he politly tried my vegie roast.

It had been over an hour and things were going well when the awarkward questions started to be shouted out, my mother was first with the 'what job do you do' then father followed with 'do you play golf' I felt for Lou because he was down to earth something I fell for straight away no pretence just honest through and through,so I was proud of my guy, thats what he liked me to call him,and quietly relieved for Lou's sake it was over, the 50 minutes interrogation that is, with mother dear.Then Lou was finishing off his pudding while my parents and I cleared the rest of the table, even though I told them they are guests my parents, mainly mother dear as to take control even now I am a succesful Business woman and 30. but even that did not get me down today as I felt quielty confident the day/night and Lou had been a rawing success, Little did I know that how short lived that wonderful feeling was to last.

'Majourie that was never' ' mother its outside, must of been a car back firing' 'that was no car babe, iv been holding that in for two hours but least I let rip when the old dears had gone' 'I look at Lou, who had fallen a sleep while my parents were talking to me about hil in the kitchen and woke up thinking my parents had gone.I gave him a very stern, ( why could not of kept that in a little longer you dope grr), I just wanted to curl up and hide so no one could see me 'ooops er sorry' Lou shouted but the damage was done all in one short minute, all those weeks of planning, preparing food. the table, any other time I would have laughed.my mothers imagine was not of the well mannered young man that had sat before her hours before, or the manager of a car repair business not at all but one that should of gone tol the toilet before eating and kept any gas well and truly tucked away.