Art Vs Nelo

So now I have a boyfriend... and he's coming to stay the night on Tuesday.
Which means meeting my Mum, which I'm kinda spinning out about. But thats just cause I'm a perfectionist. Not because I'm worried about what either of them will think of the other.

There's a bit on my mind though so excuse me for a minute while I distract myself with the little things and remind myself that this will all work out the way I want it to.

I told Mum that I was having a visitor the other night (and by that I mean it was one of those I'm telling you this is going to happen, but kind of asking you permission at the same time kind of situations).
After making it clear that he would be staying the night and that I wasn't entirely sure what to call him (ie. friend/potential bf/bf etc) her initial reaction was what should she cook for dinner. Gotta love my Mum hey, never mind that her boy is having boys sleep over with him, the big issue is clearly what the fuck am I gonna feed them!?

So I've offered to cook, which is gonna mean Tuesday will be a HUGE day for me. Full day of classes, introducing the Artist to my Mum and of course cooking up a storm.
I'm going with the age old classic risotto. Not entirely sure what I'm gonna throw in it at this stage but I'm thinking it should probably be something simple... like mushrooms, spinach and chicken. Of course knowing me, this will probably turn into something much more elaborate. Hell, its the first time I've ever cooked for a boyfriend (well first time where it was something more than 2 minute noodles or something equally as crappy) so I'm just a wee bit excited.
The Artist keeps telling me he's shitting bricks about meeting my Mum, so I've made sure there's wine in my risotto so both of us can have a glass or two (purely to make sure its fit for human consumption of course!). So that should take care of his nerves, though he has nothing to worry about I'm sure he and Mum will get along like a house on fire.

One other little thought that popped into my head, is that its his birthday on Monday... Do I get him something or is it still a little soon for that kind of thing?
Perhaps I'll just pay for lunch, not really a present... but a nice gesture all the same.

So on to my big issue for the evening.
Mum finally gave Ian the arse tonight, but from the sounds of it she used me as her means to an end.
Last night, I parked in our driveway in front of the closed garage door (I was planning on going out later), unbeknown to me, Mum had told Ian to come round and that she'd leave the garage door open. She did as she said, just left out the fact that my car was parked there still thus making it seem as though I was purposefully trying to block the driveway for him.
Needless to say he was fuming about that.
Anyways, tonight he came round again Mum asked me to leave because she wanted to have 'the talk' with him. Yeah that kinda didn't happen, I fell asleep and apparently they kinda forgot about me. No biggie though...

After he left though, Mum was on the phone to her sister retelling the night's events to her which is when I walked out into the kitchen and overheard part of the conversation.
Apparently Mum had told Ian that I was having a 'friend' over on Tuesday night and that I had asked for a bit of privacy ie. No Ian. From what Mum was saying, Ian couldn't believe she was letting me do that.
In other words, Ian finally grew the balls to tell Mum what I'd thought all along... he had issues with me being gay.
Anyways, once again Mum used this to her advantage and told him that all any mother wants is to see her children happy, and if that means letting her son have another guy over for dinner then so be it.

I asked her about it a bit later, turns out she had no idea I'd heard any of the conversation (apparently I've perfected the art of sneaking around the house) and that she really has no problems with me having the Artist over whenever I want (so long as she likes him of course).

So an eventful night huh? I've begun to traverse that road in life with someone else holding my hand. Mum has sent Ian off to the magical land of Dumpsville.
And I've got a dinner to plan!

Nice things like this don't happen to me... but apparently I'm not dreaming either (I just pinched myself to make sure).

Deep breaths... cause I'm in for one hell of a ride!