-cough-
I've been going out with a kind of a younger chick lately and she's pretty cool I guess, but her father is a nightmare. As a rule, dads are bad no matter how deep you keep your hands in your pockets, but this guy has it out for me. I understand the whole "Daddy's little princess" thing and I guess for dads, whenever princess brings a new boy home, their minds go into like a mini salvia kick and their eyes glaze over with blood and all they can hear is screaming babies and domestic abuse calls...but I'm a pretty nice guy I think. I mean I look as harmful as the Pillsbury dough boy. Or the Pillsbury dough boy's left thigh.
Anyhow, here's the story. Her parents were out the other night so naturally I came over to get in a few rounds of Scrabble. I did the trick where I spelled out "D-E-S-T-I-N-Y" with the first letters I got. We locked eyes. She giggled. I pointed out I'd got 100 points before the game had even started. She cried. So we scrapped Scrabble and made our way to her room. Lights off, on her bed, Letterman providing our soundtrack, flickering in the background. We're going at it pretty good and all of a sudden I just hear -click-. All I can do is wince as her father's voice batters against my shame:
"What are you DOING??
SHE'S TWO!!!"
Awkwaaaaard.
