I was home sitting on the love seat with I. Mother came in, and I felt awkward about introducing him, the form of "I'd like you...". Then Father came, I forgot I.'s name; Father had on his bifocals and seemed to be squinting. Finally, desperately, his name came. The scene closed abruptly. Interpretation I had difficulty explaining I. at all - even to my roommates. He is not the type of person to be subtle about - and I don't care to tell my parent about his realism.  The red love seat is of course interesting since the color is the only nice thing about it. It's quite uncomfortable.  You see, I wouldn't "like you to meet" - although I realize that my Father wouldn't see clearly the personality traits that if he did recognize, he'd distrust.  In addition, his name itself is Jewish - and this is a factor that would affect my parents. Answers to questions 1. I had a date last night with I. I couldn't explain his passionate technique to my roommates - and I know I couldn't to my parents.2. I was quite anxious and nervous. Supposing that if they understand they wouldn't approve.3. Participant4. Neither5. Your living room6. No7. Red love seat; I.'s blue shirt