Back in the Day, Front in the Night
Home for the weekend.
I was supposed to go swing dancing tonight with my brother Frank (I can't use my normal livejournal titles for people for him, because Brother Frank sounds like I hang out with monks) and Frank's Girlfriend Jamie.
My Grandpa calls me. I tell him the (very) tentative plan for the evening, and receive this advice...
Me: "Yeah, we're supposed to go dancing tonight"
Grandpa: "Don't dance with any sluts... only dance with the beautiful girls. There's a lot of beautiful girls. If any ugly girls want to dance, make like you're tying your shoe."
We talk for a bit more, and then he reminds me, "No sluts," as if I'd forgotten already.
I love my Grandpa.
I was supposed to go swing dancing tonight with my brother Frank (I can't use my normal livejournal titles for people for him, because Brother Frank sounds like I hang out with monks) and Frank's Girlfriend Jamie.
My Grandpa calls me. I tell him the (very) tentative plan for the evening, and receive this advice...
Me: "Yeah, we're supposed to go dancing tonight"
Grandpa: "Don't dance with any sluts... only dance with the beautiful girls. There's a lot of beautiful girls. If any ugly girls want to dance, make like you're tying your shoe."
We talk for a bit more, and then he reminds me, "No sluts," as if I'd forgotten already.
I love my Grandpa.