When I first met my girlfriend’s dad, it was a long weekend. We didn’t want to disturb him, so we went and watched movies in her room. Me, knowing dad worries, left the door completely open. We watched movies until maybe 10:30, at which time her dad called her into the living room.
It was apparently time for me to leave, and she said he put it somewhat sternly. I put on my shoes, headed out, but he was already off to bed.
The next weekend, they were having a water carnival in their town (a yearly event), and I show up. I saw him again and said I was sorry. I lost track of time, I wasn’t planning on staying so late, and it wasn’t my intention to disrespect him. I asked if there was anything I could do to make it up to him.
The look on his face changed, he smiled a bit, and said ‘You can help me make the burgers for all these folks.’ And we did.
That was a little over two years ago, she lives with me now, and in a few months, I’m going to have to sit him down again… This time to ask for his daughter’s hand.
Changing times of an old bachelor man.
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