My older man, Keegan, had just told me that it was time for me to meet his family and I was freaking out. Our relationship was great, but he made it very clear that they might not be very receptive to our big age difference.
I decided to call my mom to ask for some advice about meeting his family. After all, there was a big age difference between her and my father, so I figured she could share some of her own experience. She wasn’t much help though, because she never had to deal with meeting the parents of her older men, most of them were dead by that time.
Keegan had warned me his family was huge and that there would be approximately 200 family members at the wedding we were going to—and all of them were waiting to meet me. I had no idea who any of them were, what to wear so they wouldn’t see me as a child, or what to talk about. I was completely out of my comfort zone.
So, of course, I went shopping first! I wanted to find a nice dress that was respectable, yet still sexy and suited to my style. I needed to wow my date and his family, and not be seen as competition by any other females there, which is pretty impossible as the outsider coming in.
I opted for the classic little black dress and heels, with a business-like overcoat that I could wear again for work. It showed just the right amount of shoulder skin, wasn’t too short, and sat on my figure just right.
I asked Keegan to take me on a tour of the areas he grew up in, since we were passing them all on our four-hour road trip to Washington D.C. So, we left two days early and made it a little vacation/tour of his life before me. We visited his college, his childhood home, and a few other places where he reminisced about the old days. Keegan never had someone take such interest in getting to know him, from the core of how he came to be the man he was today. In his own words, this made him fall a little bit more in love with me.
By the time we made it to D.C., we were two days into our trip and inseparable. We realized we would either have to stay in another hotel, or make sure we could stay together at his brother’s, grandparents’, or cousin’s house. Keegan’s parents were disapproving of our premarital sexual relationship, and having been married 46 years, they were more than entitled to their opinions. Keegan comes from a very catholic, straight-laced, high-rolling family. His grandparents were the same as his parents, very straight-laced, but because they could see how happy Keegan finally was, they didn’t mind at all if we stayed over as their guests.
His grandfather was nearly blind when I met him—his health and age were catching up with him—and I remember distinctly the moment when he turned to me from his chair and said, “What’s such a pretty young girl like you want with an old fart like Keegan?” It was one of the first and only one-on-one conversations we had before he passed away later that year. “I love him,” I responded as I sat down next to him on the couch. “I love him more than I love myself.”
“Well, that’s a good enough answer for me, dear. I can tell you make him very happy,” he said before we were interrupted by another wave of people arriving…