Any who.... I just got back from a very lovely date. My favorite kind of date. The only kind of date where I have been truly taken out. I went to dinner with my dad. It was wonderful. Dad got off work sometime today and made the over three hour trip to Gulf Shores where he picked me up around 8 and took me to one of the most expensive restaurants in town. Now, I am not always one for big and flashy, but it is certainly nice every once in a while. Who am I kidding? Nothing about the restaurant could disappoint nor compare with the company which was truly the most important thing to me. It was so nice getting to talk to my Dad, someone I genuinely enjoy talking to about, well, most everything. I will save you the play-by-play of everything we said though I will say we talked about politics, human rights, sexual orientations, college, my life, our crazy family, and his ailing body. He seems to think it is a good idea to warm me up to the idea that I'm not going to have him around for forever. I think that is a horrible idea and refuse to accept that reality. I am still that little girl who needs her father. You see, he makes the most sense out of most of the adults I have had a chance to argue with, even if he disagrees with you he will listen with respects and logical consider your words without making those on either side of an argument feel stupid. It was nice for a change to hear someone so conservative speak with understanding and care about sexual orientation and the issues our society is having with it today. It was also nice to speak with someone who, although he does not share in my disgust at everything surrounding Osama in the past few weeks, understands my view of the situation and believes Americans were tacky in blatantly celebrating the death of Osama like morons. Though I don't think he views Osama as fully human and thinks the US did a proper job. hmmm, you know what was the icing on the cake about going out with my dad? He always opens the car door for me. I know it may be silly, but I love it so very much. I remember when I was little he used to open the car door up for my mom all the time. I think I am the only one he does it for anymore...though I'm pretty sure I am also the only woman in his life. Works for me quite lovely, but I wish he would find a lady friend. I think it would add a happiness to his life that I wouldn't begrudge him of in all the world. I love my dad. He is pretty awesome. He helps me see the world in a new light.
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