Dd1 is 14 and a pretty good geeky, arty, musical type.
She asked this week if The Boyfriend could come round. They go to a language-specific school (Scottish Gaelic) so he's not local.
My goodness, he's lovely. Friendly helpful, quite ok about not saying "Oh my God" in our house. Chatty, we had a few laughs (I'd bought myself ginger beer, no one in our house likes it but he loves it, we ended up comparing trainers as I've got the same size of feet as he does).
I needed in the lounge (finding my knitting!!) and they were all cuddled up watching Gravity!
After he left, she snuggled up to me and admitted that they were holding hands, cuddling but he hadn't kissed her yet. She thinks he might soon. It's all so innocent, and seeing them here for 5 hours today, I believe her.
I'm not sure why I'm posting.
Kathy has found a nice bloke who isn't forcing himself, is polite and nice to The Parents, they share a sci-fi love of films (and both love a weird subset of French surreal animation!), and in the face of all "oh you like your dad's music" are both huge U2 fans!
I'm 43. Am I too young for this?