You know that the guy likes you when he meets up with you, not once, not twice but three times during your birthday. Even after suffering a major hangover from the night before [blame the NSW lost to QLD in the State of Origin] he still managed to have lunch with my family and met all my mum's friends.

My birthday last Thursday was something I wouldn't be able to forget. I finally found some strength to introduce Emmet to my parents. It wasn't as scary as I thought it would be. Uncle was great telling me that he was very masculine. A firm handshake, broad shoulders and he makes eye contact.

Mum told me that all her friends were going gaga over him talking about how cute our kids [ick!] would be if [and that's a big freaking if!] we do decide to reproduce. They were all telling mum how lucky she is for her daughter to find a decent young man in this day and age. Of course, Mum's telling everyone that I make sure only the good ones have to right to arrive at our doorstep. Hence, Johnson, Jono and the others never managed to be introduced to my parents.

Emmet is the only one. Uncle told me there's something mysterious about him. I don't mind. I like the mishief in his eyes. The way his eyes sparkle and the way he raises his right eyebrow when he talks. I see character.

I often think that I would stick with filipino men. Because they have values, morals, goals, aspirations, yada yada yada.

I didn't want to give Western guys a chance. Because I always thought it would look perverted to be with an Australian Boy. I used to think it's gross. Borderline disgusting, to be quite honest.

But I came to realise that if they don't care if they are to be seen with an Asian lady, why should I care if I am to be seen with an Australian boy? I try not to dangle Emmet around in front of my mum. I touch his thighs occasionally to let him know that he's doing well but I basically leave him alone so I can see if he can survive spending time with my family. He can.

After meeting my parents, we agreed to save money to go to Philippines in December. I don't know how I can save, but I would be delighted to bring him over to my home country. He would just die of shock to see some of the best diving spots in the world.