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TIFU by letting my boyfriend’s dad Google his hometown, without considering Google’s helpful auto-complete suggestions.

It’s been such a nice Christmastime up until now. We got both of our families together, our parents met for the first time, and everyone’s been getting on wonderfully. What could possibly ruin this?

My boyfriend’s dad is a lovely man who moved away to Spain a few years ago. He was telling us all about his hometown, the same place where he grew up, and it sounded beautiful. My mum asked if she could find some photos online.

Drunk on familial harmony, I grabbed my Mac and handed it over so he could Google it, and show us a few results on image search. We have the Mac synced to our living room TV, so he sat on the sofa and the whole family gathered round to see.

As he started typing in the search bar, I didn’t realise my mistake until he was two letters in, and it was already too late. Google helpfully and dutifully provided some suggestions from my recently visited webpages, including the rather descriptive titles to go along with each one.

And dear god, he’s a lovely man, but I’ve never seen anyone take so long to locate the N key. It was probably only a few seconds pause, but it felt like a very uncomfortable lifetime. Nobody mentioned anything afterwards, and I doubt any of us ever will, but there was a sudden silence in the room that confirmed everyone had seen it.

Still, on the plus side, now my family knows where Ponferrada is.

And that I enjoy lesbian fingering.

TL:DR: My boyfriends dad googled Ponferrada on a huge TV in front of both our families, and Google provided them all with a glimpse into my pornhub search history.

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