Talk about nervous, I was genuinely more like beside myself.
I’m not nice at meeting new people in general.
And going to spend a weekend at the house of the people that would be my in-laws was frightening. Not disturbing or uncomfortable, frightening is the way to describe it. I knew that there was no way that this was going to happen separate from some help from my neighbor sativa. The trip would have to begin with a stop at the local cannabis spot, but first of all, I don’t know why in the world this woman appreciates me. She’s just totally out of my league at least on paper. But like they say, care about is blind. In this case, I recognize care about is blind plus maybe a bit crazy as well. My fiancee and I honestly share some sort of elusive bond because my pal and I are indeed deeply in care about with one another. She’s from a entirely wealthy family and was super sheltered as a kid. I’m the opposite and was the one to entirely teach her the right way to make a pot brownie. This was at a party and I know I did it in a way that was beautiful and not mansplaining. From there, my pal and I just hit it off and it was perfect. But being at her parent’s house for a weekend was going to be tough. So I had a couple of cannabis edibles in my pocket and ate half of one one the way to the front door. I don’t know if it was me or the sativa edibles but the weekend went genuinely smoothly. I watched my manners and just smiled the whole time. Apparently, that’s all it takes because my fiancee said they are glad for me to join the family.