Tuesday, February 8, 2011
The Fifth Element Test
You see, Catgirl read the post I wrote about the situation, and she showed it to him. It seems he was amused, which says quite a lot for his level of English and his sense of humor. It's is a good thing too, because any boy that's going to survive around here will need a sense of humor.
And not only was he amused, he even started his own blog. He calls himself Pablosky. If you like, you can read about his impressions on meeting the scary parents of his girlfriend. It is in Spanish, so apply Google Translate as needed. (2012 update: he removed his blog, so if you haven't read it before, you're out of luck).
There, now you know him, so from here on out, I'll just call him Pablosky.
So, Pablosky and Catgirl went out for a walk around Pamplona in the afternoon, and Catgirl had strict instructions to be home by nine. They didn't get home until quarter to ten, alleging they'd missed the bus. She sent a text to my phone, which I didn't see right away.
Not a good start.
Now, I could blame it all on Pablosky...I could pull a that-no-good-boyfriend-is-a-bad-influence-on-my-sweet-innocent-little-girl thing. Aren't parents supposed to do that? But the way I see it, Catgirl is the one who had to be home on time, so she should be responsible enough make sure she doesn't miss the bus. If you're old enough to date, you're old enough to get yourself home on time. Or else. Oh, and next time, call home, don't text me. Save the texting for your friends.
That incident aside, the evening went quite well. Pablosky seems like a nice, polite kid, but that's only a first impression. The parents of Ted Bundy's first girlfriend probably thought he was just a nice, normal teenage boy the first time she brought him home too. So, there's no telling. But the first impression was good. We had pizza and we put him through the Fifth Element Test. The Fifth Element is one of our favorite films, and every potential boyfriend must pass the test of watching it. Did he like it? Well, I'm not sure, but he managed not to make any wisecracks or fall asleep, so he passed.
And he blogs, which makes him okay in my book.
But don't get the wrong idea, Pablosky. We're still Catgirl's parents, and just because we like you doesn't mean we won't be keeping an eye on you. Sorry, but we're just doing our job.
Hey, maybe I should make him sit through this and see what happens:
Just kidding. That would be cruel and unusual punishment...even for a daughter's boyfriend.