Well, we met "the boyfriend"

Breeze's boyfriend came to the house yesterday, along with his mom. We have a rule that we have to meet parents before she's allowed to go off with friends. We had let it slip on Halloween, so when Breeze told the boy we wanted to meet him and his 'rents, his mom drove him up to the house so we could meet. Cool of her, I thought. She's a nice lady, and I love that she's so involved in her son's life (like we are with B).

He's a sweet kid, kinda on the gothy/skater/grunge side, but no biggie. Lip ring. That's her type. She doesn't go for the testosterone-driven jocks, redneck Bubba's, playaz, or motorheads. Desperately needs a haircut, but what teen boy doesn't these days? Oh, and he's younger than her. (Read that as 'he can't drive yet so Mom chaufers him around').

I think he has the fear of the Gunny instilled in him properly. Poor kid looked like he was scared shitless standing in front of The Hub.

I have to say that I'm not too worried about this kid. B's got her priorities straight, and we still play 20 questions before she walks out the door. I had hoped she'd swear off dating til she was about 25, but she just wouldn't cooperate. ;)