$#*! my actual dad says
I finally managed to tell my father I'm dating someone.
The girls know what I mean when I say there's just no good way to drop that bomb. Especially not with my father, who is much like William Shatner's character on "$#*! My Dad Says", and especially not with me, who hasn't gone on a date in years. We're pretty awkward, talking about relationships and whatnot, so my dad and I try to avoid it whenever possible.
Except this afternoon, he cornered me as I was attempting to sneak out of the house.
Dad: Where are you off to?
Missy: *deer-in-the-headlights look* Oh. Uh. Well, actually, I have a date.
Dad: *in a tone that sounds like grouchy disbelief* A date?
Missy: *blushing now* Yes, a date. I just... it was hard for me to tell you. Y'know, because Lucille got sick and then... y'know....
Dad: *in a tone that sounds a little demanding* Why was it hard to tell me?
Missy: Er... y'know... with Lucille passing away.
Dad: *long pause* Well... life goes on, kiddo.
Missy: Yeah, I suppose.
Dad: *another long pause* I probably won't like him anyway.
And then he laughed. I told him that would most definitely make the blog. Based on his reaction, I almost think that was his goal.
The girls know what I mean when I say there's just no good way to drop that bomb. Especially not with my father, who is much like William Shatner's character on "$#*! My Dad Says", and especially not with me, who hasn't gone on a date in years. We're pretty awkward, talking about relationships and whatnot, so my dad and I try to avoid it whenever possible.
Except this afternoon, he cornered me as I was attempting to sneak out of the house.
Dad: Where are you off to?
Missy: *deer-in-the-headlights look* Oh. Uh. Well, actually, I have a date.
Dad: *in a tone that sounds like grouchy disbelief* A date?
Missy: *blushing now* Yes, a date. I just... it was hard for me to tell you. Y'know, because Lucille got sick and then... y'know....
Dad: *in a tone that sounds a little demanding* Why was it hard to tell me?
Missy: Er... y'know... with Lucille passing away.
Dad: *long pause* Well... life goes on, kiddo.
Missy: Yeah, I suppose.
Dad: *another long pause* I probably won't like him anyway.
And then he laughed. I told him that would most definitely make the blog. Based on his reaction, I almost think that was his goal.