First encounter with the BFG Many years ago on the day we were celebrating my son's 2nd birthday its a summer party and we do water fights so people usually come dressed in bathing suits. The event is ripe for a triggering. I get a call my from my brother (he was mostly fit at the time, hiking, kayaking, shit like that) asking if he could bring a friend to the party. From his tone, i guessed that he'd be bringing his elusive girlfriend he's been hinting about. I tell him sure, since this being a family event , we might as well debut her there.  My brother shows up to my house with 2 girls, one fat and one slim. Right off the bat i assume the fat one is the girthfriend, the skinny one being out of his league( also she's the ex of his best friend so... ) I don't have a really big yard and it took her too long to walk over to where I was, like damn use your legs. I see her looking at everyone and she's not dressed for water play, wearing jeans and a fucking sweatshirt in the middle of JULY, its like 90 degrees! Now I'm busy trying to play hostess and food set up and stuff and he walks right up, expecting me to just drop everything to acknowledge her presence, which I don't  because I am busy!. Hams seem not to be able to recognize basic social cues. my brother then retreats to a corner of the yard with his guests even though there are tables and chairs and things set up where EVERYONE else was. They spend most of the party isolated from everyone , she only ventures close to check out the food spread and of course grab a few cans of beetus.  He finally approaches my mom to make formal introductions and this is where things get hilarious. FB: Mom, this my girlfriend, BFG Asian mom: grunts disapprovingly in her general direction, looks her up and down and returns to whatever it was that she was doing before. FB: ok, aren't you going to say hi or something? Asian mom uses ignore, it's super effective (to be fair this was also my moms reaction to my marriage announcement, pretty much her "go to" reaction for everything) The BFG then says, "I wannna go home! Your mom hates me!"   Crying and yelling and acting like a fucking child. My brother is trying to sooth her whimpering.  I tell her, "you haven't met everyone so you can't leave,  also  haven't done the cake yet. " The mention of cake seemed to calm the beast enough that they stay about an hour.  IDK I should have just let them leave but i wanted her to feel uncomfortable.  She didn't participate in the games , won't run on grass ( its slippery) and wouldn't run on pavement, something about her knees. Its too hot too run.  Seriously?! I think she was like 20/21 years old at the time. This was before HAES and shit, i can only imagine what kind of monster she would be if she was spoon fed Fat acceptance like most landbarges these days. Needless to say she didn't have a good time at the party and we don't see them again until Christmas.