Transplanted Life
Friday, May 25, 2007
Sleeping arrangements
It's been a while since I've had to meet a girl's parents. Heck, it's been a while since I've had to meet a boy's parents; I suppose that says something about how my relationships have shaken out since waking up like this. I suppose there was the whole deal where I met my own biological parents, which was kind of meeting the parents of someone I started seeing... except I wasn't...

So, I can at least take solace in the fact meeting Kate's parents can't be quite that bad. I just wish it wasn't going to be so immersive - rather than just having them come into town for dinner one night, we're going to be spending the whole weekend at their place on the Cape before coming back to Boston en masse for Monday night's game. Hopefully that means we'll at least have some common topic of conversation.

I don't think Kate has told them the full story about me yet. Yeah, she talks like she has, but I'm not so sure. She was talking to them on the phone the other night, and I don't think she used a single pronoun. There's also a slight difference between the way people say "Marty" and the way they say "Marti" - the pause between syllables is a little longer in the latter, and it comes in a slightly different place. I think it's because "Mart-y" is short for "Mart-in" and "Mar-ti" is short for "Mar-ti-na". It's a ridiculously minor thing, but it's something I'm either more sensitive to or oversensitive to. One or the other.

I'd rather not be ambushing them, but when you get right down to it, is "Marty's a girl" a bigger ambush than "Marti has the mind of a man because some mad scientist type switched the contents of their brains?" Probably not, although the two together are a heck probably going to be a heck of a whammy.

On the plus side, it will at least alleviate the overcrowding at my place for a few days. Amy's been crashing on our couch since the end of finals because her sublet doesn't start until June 1st. As much as she and her biological parents are cordial, spending the entire summer together, knowing what they now know, would have been uncomfortable to say the least. Besides, she says, her lives are here - the one where she's got friends and favorite places to hang out and the one she's trying to learn about.

It's a crowded house for now, but it's just for a week.

I'm thinking for boys, it's Marrrr-ty. For girls, it's Mar-tee. It's at least a little less deceptive than if your name was Chris or Pat or something.
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