I’m the age my father-in-law was when I first met him. I mentioned this to Alpha, and she was all like, “and?”
I met him in the hospital. Alpha had her appendix out. We’d been out for a walk, you see, and she had stomach pains and I took her to the hospital and the doctor said, “you’re pregnant,” and she said, “no, I’m not,” and the doctor said, “then you have appendicitis,” and they operated on her.
I was so bored back then I visited her daily for hours. And her parents dropped by and her father regarded me with suspicion. I sometimes wonder what I’ll do when Beta brings a boy home. I think I’ll show him my knife collection, and then show him where I chop wood in the cellar. “This is my axe,” I’ll say. “It’s nice and sharp,” and I’ll smile like Jack Nicholson.
Then I remember, she’s already brought a boy home and I went upstairs and logged on to the Internet until he left.
funny, my dad never particularly disliked any boy I was interested in. he did, however, despise one who was interested in me. I was a freshman, him a senior with a trenchcoat (in Arizona none the less) and a motorcycle (more like a motorbike, but hey, in my dad’s eyes that was as awful as a Hawg).
In fact, I figure it’s not really my business. Don’t quote me on that, though.
how old is beta? i think that’s what’ll clinch it. my parents were all vaguely dissuading until i hit my mid-twenties. after that it’s been all about MARRIAGE and BABIES so they view anyone i go out with as a potential husband/father.
aaagh.
i meant, consenting but kind of dissenting. you know?
Heh. But I’m sure you logged onto the internet in a threatening manner. You said “Well, I’m off to check out websites on foolproof dismemberment strategies” or something. Or you just cackled and said “Dude, I’m SO blogging this.”