The point.

Jamie and I met some of his friends at Friday’s for drinks yesterday. Jamie then invited them to his house for a impromptu Catch Phrase party. We played for almost 6 hours.

Our first fight was two weeks ago.

Jamie was throwing a party at his house. I didn’t want to go.

Me: “Why would I want to meet your friends?”

Of course that didn’t go over well.

In Miami, my friends traveled in different circles (from shady to sheltered) and introductions weren’t expected nor appropriate. Meeting your boyfriend’s friends? Why? What an odd request! What’s the point?

I got a second opinion from a housemate. She promptly told me that I was wrong and an asshole:

Housemate: “You said what?”
Me: “Why would I want to meet his friends? I’m not dating them!”
Housemate: “Meeting them lets you see another part of your boyfriend’s life…”
Me: “I’d know if he was a drug dealer or spy…”
Housemate: “Besides, not wanting to meet them is like saying ‘fuck you.‘”
Me: “Really? But I wouldn’t take him to bar review…”
Housemate: “But he’d probably go if you wanted him to.”

Ugh.

So I called, apologized, and then showed up at the party with my housemate…

Since that night Jamie has asked me to meet more of his friends. I put on my beauty pageant smile and go.

And no, I haven’t learned what drugs Jamie deals or what country he spies for, but I did play pool for the first time.

(I didn’t say I played well…)

During last nights’ Catch Phrase marathon, Jamie looked across the table and smiled at me. I still think meeting the friends is silly and unnecessary, but it makes him happy, and I guess that’s the point.