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The three of us—Logan, my Mom, and I—walked to the basement parking carrying two boxes filled with gourmet cakes and my Mom's three bags' worth of files from the convention.

When I introduced Logan to my mother, her questions bordered on the usual—where he graduated, what course he took in college, where he works, and what he does for a living.

The last question took a lot of explanation that none of us ladies understood thoroughly, save for how Logan is part of an IT team that designs software for one of the biggest companies in the world. Logan tried to explain to us what he actually does in this multinational company, but we blinked and blinked until it became clear that none of us understood all the IT jargon he just said.

Even today, I still don't understand what he actually does at work, but whenever someone asks, I answer with a simple "He's a software engineer." Period. Unlike my job, which he understands perfectly, his job requires more than five sentences to explain. My job, on the other hand, can be explained in two sentences flat: "I'm a writer. When a writer is working, leave her alone."

But you know what, it's actually the scenario that works best for me. I realized that I didn't want my partner to do the same thing I do for a living. I don't want an artist. I don't want a writer either (shoo, Matt) because I want to succeed in these two realms without stepping on my partner's ego. If a couple plays in two different fields, competition is negated, unnecessary, and downright stupid. Besides, I refuse to massage the ego of a very insecure man. I have more important things to do (like saving the world before bedtime) than monitoring someone's insecurity-meter. Of course, that's just me, but more on that in Chapter Four.

Okay, so back to the story: I went with my Mom and Logan to the parking lot. If Logan was nervous, he didn't show it. Besides, my parents are, perhaps, the most amiable couple in the history of the 'meeting the parents' custom. While other parents enjoy subtle threats along with their inquiries about a guy's intentions and sincerity, my folks have a different way of getting to know their children's significant others: my Dad loves showing off his Marvel Comics collection while my Mom indulges in conversations and shows her approval by giving the newcomer lots and lots of food. So when the two of them drove off, I just knew that their ride home wouldn't be a silent one.


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