This is so vastly preferable to sneaking back to your childhood bedroom at 3 am. A month or so after I started dating a very handsome Ph D student, we decided to go to Maine for a weekend to visit his college friends.
Plus, if you don’t want to tell your parents you’re going out with someone you met on the internet (not that I ever did that, Mom, since I know you’re reading this) you can just tell them you’re sleeping over at a friends’ place. We stopped at my parent’s house on the way, both so that I could pack and so that my parents could meet him and realize I wasn’t being kidnapped by a serial killer.
But writing this has almost made me miss the nights we slept on twin beds in the same room at my parent’s house, like cast members on , or the time we went to Rhode Island and I constructed a mattress on the floor out of couch cushions.
It was annoying, but it was also weirdly romantic: having to put in so much more effort to just fall asleep next to each other made it all the better.
If you’re lucky, you will find yourself dating someone with their own place, but it’s very likely that you will find yourself dating someone else who also lives at home, which I did all summer with my boyfriend. And maybe your parents aren’t quite so cool with your new, um, friend?
You don't have to get into nitty gritty details but blind dates and introductions to the children of co-workers, or the new intern in their office are a lot less awkward when the parental units are clued into what you like.
I was on the phone with my dad recently when out of nowhere he asked when I was going to have a baby.
I suppose that at my age this is a fair question, but it caught me off guard nonetheless because I have absolutely no intent on bringing a kid into this world and I thought everyone knew that. Don't just show up at Thanksgiving or your family reunion with someone who's going to cause a WTF moment in your familial universe.
But when you start talking about cohabitation or buying a puppy together it's time to call mom and dad and dish.
Also if this relationship ends call them and tell them about the split as well.
(This is another place your friends come in: are their parents away for the weekend? Stay up until everyone else goes to bed and then turn the TV up really, really loud. The most consistently devious move my boyfriend and I pulled this summer was taking huge advantage of his parent’s very reasonable rule that if I drank at their house, I couldn’t drive home.