Page 97 of Confessions of a Virgin on a Dating App
What did she say?
Whelp…I have a proposition for you.
Go on.
The good news is we can see each other.
I very much like that news.
The bad news is it’s because my parents want to meet you. Specifically, my mother.
I’m off tomorrow. I can stop by in the evening.
So…you’re up for meeting them?
Well, I’m very much up for seeing you. As for your parents…well, they’ll have to meet me sooner or later.
My mom isn’t that bad. I think she’ll be fine. My dad is the real issue.
Yup. I know the type. I’ll be on my best behavior, but I can’t guarantee I can change his dislike of me.
I don’t expect you to. I just really want to see you.
I know, sweetheart. In fact, I have an idea.
I could hear hushed but harsh conversation coming from the kitchen. I knew my parents were having a heated discussion about my newfound relationship. I couldn’t make out their words, but I could tell by their tones that my mother was scolding my father, and my father was biting back with his usual gruff, demanding tone.
And based on the way her voice softened, I could tell my mom was running out of steam.
He always wins,I scowled.
What’s that?
Well, I know you can’t sit upright at your desk, but you have a Steam Deck, right?
Yup. I can play it in bed.
I’m pretty sure I added you on Steam a long time ago. I can look and see what games we share.
I looked up from my phone again. It was getting late, and I was less reliant on them than I thought I’d be after surgery. I could get through my nighttime routine and curl up in bed without assistance, so figured I could shoo them back to their hotel to have some gaming time with Devin.
That was partially what happened. My mother said there was no way in hell they were leaving me alone less than a day after surgery, even if I could get up and walk around withoutissue. They tried to persuade me to come with them to the hotel, but I wanted to recover in the comfort of my own house. Which was a problem, because my parents couldn’t stay there as they would have nowhere to sleep.
Eventually, my father decided to head back to the hotel while my mother set up a makeshift bed on the couch. She was hesitant to even leave me alone in my room, but she relented when I told her I would be going to bed early anyway. I didn’t need her help to sleep.
That was only a partial lie. Because as soon as my father left and my mother settled herself in the living room with the TV on, I curled up into bed with my Steam Deck. I felt guilty leaving her alone in the living room, but I’d had an eventful day, and after our tumultuous dinner I needed some time away from my parents.
Plus, I was exhausted. I wasn’t even sure how long I’d be able to stay awake and game with Devin.
My phone buzzed with a message from him.
Damn, 300 hours in Stardew Valley?
Don’t judge me.
Not judging. I love that game.
Really?
