Jabberwocky
Frumious Bandersnatch
I’d really just post this story in the Social Thread if we had one but since we don’t here’s a thread.
I took my 10 year old daughter out to dinner last night. Usually I see her 1 evening a week and every second weekend.
Anyway on the way home she says out of the blue something like “You know Dad, it’s not too late for you, you could get a nice girlfriend. But honestly, you’d have to put in a bit of work first.”
We’ve recently started having more serious ‘grown-up’ conversations, so against my better judgement I replied “Uh huh…like what sweetheart?”
Then it’s like I’m suddenly in an alternate universe as she says “me and mummy” and more worryingly “me and my friends” have been workshopping this and have a few ideas…,and for the next 20 minutes I get this shopping list of necessary upgrades beginning with a change in diet and joining a gym to ‘lose that spare tyre’ and ending up with making a more regular effort to trim my nosehair.
And if that wasn’t enough she insisted I only date women my age or older and not too good looking because of the risk I “might look like a sugar daddy and that would be creepy”.
When I asked her if she had any ideas where I might meet an appropriate woman she said “Well, your not like mommy, when she goes to a bar with her friends there are always guys checking her out. You don’t have any hot friends and you might not get let into cool bars where mommy goes”.
I’m trying to decide whether to see the humour in this exchange or get into some really deep soul searching about getting my shit together before it really is too late!.
I took my 10 year old daughter out to dinner last night. Usually I see her 1 evening a week and every second weekend.
Anyway on the way home she says out of the blue something like “You know Dad, it’s not too late for you, you could get a nice girlfriend. But honestly, you’d have to put in a bit of work first.”
We’ve recently started having more serious ‘grown-up’ conversations, so against my better judgement I replied “Uh huh…like what sweetheart?”
Then it’s like I’m suddenly in an alternate universe as she says “me and mummy” and more worryingly “me and my friends” have been workshopping this and have a few ideas…,and for the next 20 minutes I get this shopping list of necessary upgrades beginning with a change in diet and joining a gym to ‘lose that spare tyre’ and ending up with making a more regular effort to trim my nosehair.
And if that wasn’t enough she insisted I only date women my age or older and not too good looking because of the risk I “might look like a sugar daddy and that would be creepy”.
When I asked her if she had any ideas where I might meet an appropriate woman she said “Well, your not like mommy, when she goes to a bar with her friends there are always guys checking her out. You don’t have any hot friends and you might not get let into cool bars where mommy goes”.
I’m trying to decide whether to see the humour in this exchange or get into some really deep soul searching about getting my shit together before it really is too late!.
