Once I met *the parents* I was expected to spend lots of time at their home. If I didn't come around for a few days, they would complain to Stavros that I didn't like them. They insisted that I wear slippers inside the house so I got a pair of Hello Kitty slippers. Nikki thought they were ridiculous and would roll her eyes whenever she saw me wearing them. This pleased me to no end. Soon...I'd have trouble finding them when I came over because Nikki would hide them from me.
Nikki loved taking me up to her large walk in closet and showing me all of her beautiful outdated clothes and fur coats. She was very proud of the fact that she was still a size 6 after all of these years and would always ask me if I wanted to try anything on. Because her clothes would totally fit me....since I was several inches taller and wider than her.
This is when I discovered that she hated my clothes. She made Stavros take us to the mall one weekend and she insisted on buying me an outfit. It was a black skirt and sparkly top and awfully dressy for just hanging around the house watching music videos of Sarah Brightman. Soon...outfits for me started appearing in Stavro's closet and she'd wrinkle her nose at my sweatshirts and jeans.
Whenever I did visit their home...we were never alone and they'd feed me huge quantities of food. And it was all delicious. But I started to gain weight and then Nikki started getting after me to *make diet*. She even took me to the basement and showed me her exercise bike and encouraged me to use it.
Nikki and Angelo had a dinner party on New Year's Eve and I was introduced to their Greek friends as Stavro's future wife. The entire night...they spoke Greek and not a word of english. This was happening more and more and I was sure that they were talking about me.
I complained to Stavros that I didn't appreciate them not speaking english in front of me and he talked to them about it. That's when they decided to teach me Greek. They bought me a bunch of children's books that explained the alphabet and things around the house. That language is hard!!
And thus began my Big Fat Greek Education. Everytime we'd sit down to dinner they'd quiz me on my new greek words. Refrigerator, table, stove, chair, clock, getmethefuckoutofhere!
To be continued...PART THREE.