A Nice Reminder Peter Pan Wasn't Raised in Neverland

J's parents came in town last weekend to visit. I had actually met them before (and stayed at their house) the weekend following Thanksgiving. Not only are they the kind of people you enjoy hanging out with, but it was also an appreciated insight into J's life pre-New York.

When you live and date in the city, everyone develops a pseudo-reality alter-ego. Especially men. Whether it be that they're guzzling out of the goblet of eternal youth, too afraid of commitment or just unaware that their peers are making their way down the aisle, the Peter Pan Syndrome is well-documented (DYFU Elle has quite a bit of experience dealing with the subject personally).

Anyway, I have unknowingly exclusively dated Peter Pans since I've been in New York. And J is no different. He actually self-diagnosed the syndrome, and I realized he was so right. But the city is an enabler. It's not all his fault.

Being around J's parents, though, was a nice change of pace. It's a good reminder that he has a family. He is a real person. As much as everyone can get caught up in their current personas, having the people around who know you the best help others get to know the real you too.

Wow, cheezy much?

P dot S: His mom and I went to C.O. Bigelows after brunch and she was so sweet and bought me some fun stuff, including God's gift to eye-makeup remover - Korlane. Keep your eyes peeled for it, hard to find but awesome!