So like, you're dating a girl, right? It's groovy. You're on Cloud 9. She's sweet and cute and you grew up loving The Muppet Show so her voice is, like, the Siren Song to your soul. She's really good at her sport, you're really good at your sport, and united you can rule the Kids Who Are Good At Their Sports world. You may or may not have broken up with your ex-girlfriend to be with her. So yeah, you're totally in it to win it. This ain't a fling. THIS IS FOREVER.
And then you meet her crazy family and the tires screech in your head. GOOD LORD WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO. On one hand, they're reaaaaaally nice and welcoming. They actually totally adore you and they're just so excited that you're in their lives now. It's like that dinner scene in Notting Hill, but without an ignorant Bernie.
So basically, you're getting bombarded with questions, her cousins are winking and nudging, her brothers are basically threatening to stuff a tennis ball down your fucking throat if you fuck this up, and meanwhile, everybody's asking you for...golf lessons? I don't know. I'm just saying shit got more complicated pretty damn quick.
So good luck if you're planning to accompany Caro to any tournaments in the U.S. this summer. I have no helpful advice for you. The reality is, yeah, our family is FUCKING NUTS and we are SHAMELESS.
See the entire conversation between Mardy, Caro, Rory, Vika, Dani, and Feli after the jump.