I was excited tonight, this was our first date and I was looking forward to showing Steve off to all my high school friends at the party. I
refused to allow my dad's disapproval of dating Steve to ruin my excitement.
“Get the door Daddy,” I yelled from my room
again.
“Do I have to?” He was kidding, I think. He
often used that tone when he was not happy
with one of my choices though.
“Yes, Daddy, please, for me?” I begged him.
“I’m going, I’m going.” Opening the door, he
looked this handsome young man up and down
with a critical eye as I peeked around the
corner, from my bedroom door.
“She will be down in a minute, Son, take a seat
on the sofa.”
I hurriedly did a last check on my hair and makeup, then almost flew down the stairs,
hoping Dad and Steve didn’t have to have much
of a conversation. I had no idea where a
lengthy chat might lead, especially in my dad’s case.
I knew Dad could ask some uncomfortable questions, making them sound almost like an interrogation sometimes.
He has done that in the past with the few dates I ever did manage to land.
“Hi Steve,” I said, giving him a peck on the cheek.
Steve was smiling and by the look on his face, I knew I'd picked the right outfit for the evening.
He seemed very pleased when he saw me.
