Meeting the friends was 100% fine. Hopefully I made a good impression, but he was more concerned that *I* liked them, than if they liked me, which was sweet. We spent the rest of the weekend together and it was amazing. I didn't lift a finger the entire weekend. He cooked, cleaned, procured my coffee. I was a spoiled girl for 48 hours and I don't even feel bad for thinking/feeling I deserved it!
Am I really this lucky? Did I finally hit the boy jackpot????