Monday, January 10, 2011
Daddy Get Your Gun
Her time was monopolized by a young man named Cole, or Chip, or something else that starts with a C.
He was not the young man we delayed our departure for.
He was just some other random guy who ended his conversation with, "Are you coming to the Ball in March? Okay, then I know how to find you."
Girl was like, "Whatever. Why are boys so weird?"
She doesn't get it.
But I guess that's a good thing. That she doesn't get it. She isn't vain. Or proud. Or too sexy for her shirt.
She's just girl. With blondie hair. And a dimple. And a cute figure. And...
Needless to say, Beloved knows how to handle it and he now has a better understanding of why my father didn't like him when we were dating.
They grow up so fast, don't they?