Jason and I are back from Nebraska for Thanksgiving, where he finally got to meet the family. Jason is of course very likable, and I think it all went pretty well. School is in full swing so we didn't stay for very long, but everyone seemed to get along. They were excited to see me finally have someone to bring to the table, even if some of the more ultraconservative relatives (as opposed to the simply conservative ones) don't particularly approve of Jason's... maleness.
I wasn't really sure how it would go down. I wasn't exactly expecting catastrophe, but it was a pretty best-case-scenario sort of deal. There was only really a hint of uneasiness in the air; as far as my parents are concerned, having a boyfriend is an ethical violation that reflects poorly on my moral character. After some lengthy talks with my dad on the subject a year ago I'm not exactly certain where we ended up; either he gave up on trying to convince me to see things his way, or he resigned to simply saying "whatever" and absolving himself of it, or something else. But I made it rather clear that things were what they were, and that attempting to change my mind was hopeless, and we just sort of stopped talking about it. It's not as if I weighed the pros and cons and decided to be inconveniently weird and cut my dating pool down by nine tenths. There are plenty of things that I'll argue endlessly, but that one seemed sort of like arguing about me being white or about if red is actually red.