Once you're accepted into the family, precautions must be made
I must’ve made a good impression on my girl’s parents because I was invited for another dinner. But this time, I took digestive tablets and meditated for days leading up to the big event.
The night went pretty smoothly, until after dinner when her dad caught us cuddling in our underwear. There was some yelling in Italian, I tried to climb out onto the roof, her dad sat me down for a drink, we had some more drinks, we started dancing... it was a wild night.
These Italian dinners became manageable until wedding season came around. I don’t know how it’s possible, but Italians get married more than everyone else. And so I was penciled in for several of them.
Italian weddings are nine courses of suffering for guys like me. I noticed the fiery parallels with Dante’s Inferno, which I just happened to be reading in one of my classes at the time.