Hedonist

I’m a daddy’s girl, and I’m not ashamed to say it.  At the onset of my menarche, my dad gave me “the talk.”  In college, when his co-worker wanted to hook me up with her son, he told me not to worry about it because he wasn’t doing much with his life, to which I responded, “Good looking out, daddy.”

I just got off the phone from one of our bi-weekly conversations.  After we caught up on the week, he asked, “Is there anyone in your life right now that daddy should know about?”

  I don’t make it a habit to tell my folks about who I’m dating unless it’s serious.  Since I hadn’t really been serious for some time, mum’s been the word.  So, in very minimal words, I told him what’s going on, then I jokingly asked him if he was getting worried that I’d sit alone.  He responded:

“No, I’m not worried, although you shouldn’t be alone forever.  You haven’t said anything about anyone which makes me think you’re being very choosy.” 

I said thanks for that, and then he continued:

“I was talking to your brother about it, and he told me that it will be difficult for you with your educational level to find someone.  I think if you keep yourself open, it’ll come.  I’ve said this to your mom, that there’s no perfect husband or wife.  Everyone has their issues.  You just have to find the person that has the important things you’re looking for.”  We proceeded to talk about class differences in relationships until he had to go back to work.