There are many times in my life where strange coincidences happen that many could categorize as: ridiculous. This is one of those times.
As I mentioned before, my mother's pastor lives in the same building/floor as my new beau. Well technically they live two doors down from each other. After acquiring this new information, I became quite cautious about entering and leaving the premises. You know checking corners, making a run for it whenever i hear the door open, doing double takes of any Asian in the area...that sort of thing.
Well one night, I had gone over to my guy's place to just have a nice relaxing night of movies and popcorn. For some reason it was a surprisingly hot night and I had suggested to make an ice cream run. While descending in the elevator we were discussing the day's events and deciding on ice cream flavors...since he lives on the ninth floor, it had taken awhile for the doors to open, so when they did, I just automatically walked through, not realizing it was the first floor. When I lifted my eyes, who do you think was staring back at me...no not my mother's pastor, not his wife or his children...but MY PARENTS!
Yes mama and papa Park were on the first floor of the apartment building, staring at me with a confused and yet angry expression...so I did what any offspring would do when they got caught doing what they weren't suppose to....I pretended that I didn't know what was going on. I grabbed my mom around the shoulder and escorted her into the elevator chatting in Korean with my father in tow. All the while my guy is standing in the corner of the elevator, confused and bewildered.
My mother asks ( in Korean) What i was doing here? I just stood dumbfounded with my mouth wide open, hoping that something, anything would come out to give a logical explanation as to WHY i was there....never have I felt where the term something is better then nothing ever hold so true. All i could utter was- WHY WERE YOU GUYS ON THE FIRST FLOOR?!?!?!
My father responded- oh we thought the first floor was the floor to get out. ( silly fobs)
During the time it took to go from the first floor to the ground floor, my mother machine gun questions me in Korean: What are you doing here, is this where you have been hanging out? are you going to be out late? What time are you coming home? who is that guy in the corner? is that your shirt?!?!
While the Korean interrogation was stamping out my will to live, my guy friend taps me on the shoulder and asks, hey what's going on?
I turn to him with my head low, and my soul weakened, and said in English, Ben meet my parents, mom and dad- this is Ben... as quizzical as he once was, he then turned his smiles of curiosity to a surprising OH!
When we departed ways on Ground floor, my mother smiled a sly good bye to Ben and through her tight lipped expression, she looked at me and said- I WILL SEE YOU AT HOME.
I pushed Ben behind a pillar and stood wide eyed and panting- I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die, oh my god I'm gonna die. That is how my parents first met my boyfriend...
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