I visited my parents last nite and had dinner with them. My mom packed all this food for Mr. W that he could have for lunch today, because he wasn’t able to go with me to their house this weekend.

Mom: [wrapping up food for Mr. W] So you stayed at his parents’ house in Las Vegas?
Me: Yes.
Mom: Did his mom prepare 2 bedrooms for you?
Me: No, just one.
Mom: *pause* Just one? She was okay with you two being in the same room?
Me: That’s how she did it the last time we went over there, too.
Mom: I think if his parents are letting you two stay together like that, you two should start some serious discussions about getting married.
Me: What? WHY?!
Mom: Because his parents already accepted you as someone in that situation, it’s just weird if you’re not headed there.
Me: They’re white! It’s not a big deal to them! If it were some Asian household, sure that’d be weird and it’d be a big deal, but they’re white, so it’s totally normal!
Mom: You’re Asian.
Me: …

And I didn’t even tell her that his parents had requested couples photos of me with their son, as well as an individual photo of me so that they could frame them and put them up on their family photo wall, and that Mr. W and his dad had selected from some photos that were already in W’s computer and had them printed into 8x10s at Costco, AND the two picked them up already on Saturday morning.