This is a re-post from a comment I left a couple of nights ago for Caiti. Hope all of you like it.
When I started dating my high school girlfriend, I didn’t meet her Dad until several months into the relationship. He was always at work when I went to get her. Her parents were very protective of her as far as things like sex went. Her Mom, for instance, didn’t even approve of us holding hands, and she told me that both of her parents were always looking her over carefully when she came home from our dates, searching for evidence we had been fooling around. However, when she came home from one of our dates with one earring on her ear and the other one still in the cushions of my couch, we thought that they were easing up. Just for the record, we never had sex, but we sure did make out A LOT!
Our tale begins on a cold January night, as we came out from watching some romantic movie that she had wanted to see. Her windshield had a lot of frost on it, and we had no scraper, so we turned on the defroster and waited. While we were waiting, we decided to partake in our, ahem, favorite activity. I don’t think any of you need a play by play, but at the end of the date, I had a giant purple hickey on my chest and she had a small (I mean small) one on her neck, so small in fact that we didn’t notice it. We may not have noticed it, but her father did. He summoned me, and the two of us were about to meet for the first time.
He started off by telling me that he didn’t appreciate his daughter coming home with a hickey and some more stuff that sounded like “blah blah blah” crossed with the teacher from the Charlie Brown cartoons to me. I guess he saw that I wasn’t taking him seriously because all of a sudden he shouted, “Hey! I’m talking to you!!” He then pointed at my girl’s neck and shouted, “Look what you did to her you son of a bitch!” That did it. I lost it. He was suggesting I had her hurt her, when I would never hurt her. I loved her, cherished her, and protected her. Plus, he was completely blowing things out of proportion. A small dab of make up would have covered it up completely. I had to say something and say something I did. I had balls, but my brains temporarily left me.
“Hey!” I shouted, “Look what I did to her? Look what she did to me!” at which point I took off my jersey I was wearing and showed him my king sized bright purple hickey that had come courtesy of his baby girl’s lips. He did not respond well to me showing him that his daughter was gifted with her mouth. A bunch of general chaos ensued, I was thrown out of the house, and my girl and I were broken up within a month. I deserved it. Not only had I disrespected him in his own house, but more importantly, I had sold her out completely and disrespected her. I had been a very bad boy…but looking back on it now, it was funny.
