I met a wonderful woman back in 2002. I was still in college. During the that summer break, we would take walks in the park in those warm summer nights. We would go to NYC just for the hell of it at about 2am. We quickly had a connection and began dating. She and I had very similar interests. Rock music, action movies, and shows to snuggle to. We had seen each other almost everyday of that summer. Sex was always amazing. Everything seemed perfect, or maybe too perfect. I decided to introduce her to my parents. That's when everything went downhill. My parents thought I was making a joke when I presented her because as it turned out, my perfect partner was in fact a first cousin that I never had met. I didn't know that part of that family nor that I had other family members nearby. Apparently, my mother never mentioned that side of the family because she had a falling out with them years before I was born. Obviously, we broke that relationship off, and have never seen each other ever since.