Meeting the family

OK, OK, I know I said I’m looking for a sensitive guy and not some macho idiot full of himself, but the problem with wishes is that you sometimes get what you ask for. Yes, Ben is a sensitive, nice, considerate guy, but he can be too much of that. The other night I wanted to surprise him and spend a romantic evening with him. I brought some food, human food!, hoping to watch some TV and go flying later. He seems to like doing that now and doesn’t even scream that much anymore. But I knew something was not right as soon as I got there. He was all set up to go out and it obviously wasn’t planning to go out with me, as he was surprised to see me. And not surprised in a good way! He had some family thing to go to and obviously I wasn’t invited. OK, I admit such gatherings can be a bit awkward sometimes, but now I know you are not supposed to go after other people’s food with a knife I think I can handle myself in such situations. But obviously Ben didn’t want me there. He started making excuses about everybody speaking Spanish, being boring and so. And then he finally admitted he was afraid his grandmother wasn’t going to approve of me. Yes, I know I’m a demon but you’d think people would be able to see beyond that. Apparently she has “the eye” and would see me as a demon. OK, that could be a bit awkward for Ben and me but seriously, Ben should stand up for himself and not let her tell him who he can and can’t date. Right? Since I saw our conversation was not going anywhere I decided to take matters in my hands, so to speak. Matters not internal organs!, try to resolve things with his grandmother. I introduced myself to her. Boy, that went over like a lead balloon. She clearly didn’t like me, despite the fact I’m not evil. OK, 90% non-evil but hey, that’s more than most humans, right? She was very rude to me as well. Called me a thing. Imagine that, clearly her eye wasn’t that good. And then she spit on the floor, as if to ward off evil spirits. Now that’s just silly, that doesn’t work against demons. And clearly Ben wasn’t going to stand up for himself and for us either. 

So more direct approach was required. Ben’s grandmother was doing some gardening and I thought it would be a good idea to try to settle things between us. She was afraid at first but she calmed down after a while, after I pointed out that I’m an angel. A fallen angel but angel nonetheless. We started talking about Heaven and what that is like. If I were in her place I’d ask what God is like, when he is not throwing us out of Heaven that is, but hey, if she wanted to talk about St. Peter so be it. I thought things were going really well when out of nowhere Ben and this vicious dog appeared. People underestimate Chihuahuas, I’ll tell you that. They think they are these cute, small, harmless dogs, but they can be really evil, constantly plotting against you and you should never, ever turn your back on them. Almost as evil as cats, compensating for their small size or something. Anyway, this dog attacked me and I freaked out. Turned into my demon form, as I do when startled. Boy, that didn’t end well. Grandma collapsed and I flew off before things got even worse.

 Well, things were obviously getting out of hands and I didn’t know what to do. I thought best thing would be to talk to Ben and see how things stood. I visited him at work and brought flowers for his grandmother. People love flowers. Don’t know why but they do. Anyway, he told me his grandma was getting better, which was good. Didn’t want to be responsible for her death, that would make things between me and Ben even more complicated. Ben also told me things were solved between his grandma and me. I was happy until he told me exactly what he meant. Seriously telling her he dumped me so we would continue to date secretly while his family wouldn’t know? What kind of idiotic plan was that? Didn’t he learn anything from the past, when he tried to hide my demon nature from his friends? That it always comes up and then people end up angry and that too often leads to them picking up torches and showing up at your place? I made it clear I wasn’t OK with this so-called plan of his. Well, that didn’t end up well, but things turning out not as planned was becoming sort of a routine by now. He dumped me for real, flowers or no flowers. That wasn’t good. If he thinks he can keep doing that and then expect me to take him back when he changes his mind he was wrong. Dead wrong. OK, wrong now, dead later. Last time I simply closed myself in my barn and went into eating frenzy but not this time. It was time for more drastic measures.