It is a sad thing when your dad gets hit on more than you when you’re out one evening.
My dad came to visit me a while ago and we went out to dinner at the illustrious California Pizza Kitchen. We had a very nice waiter that took quite a liking to my dad. All throughout dinner he would refer to my father as “sweetheart,” “honey,” or “darling.” Whenever MY requests were taken a simple “what? Oh, ok, sure” was all I could get out of him.
And all evening long he would quite affectionately put his hand on my father’s shoulder all the while laughing at his [stupid] jokes. I could barely get him to look me in the eye. I should have been the one he liked…I didn’t send my iced tea back 7 times!
It was just very strange when I am the one with the blog writing about bad pick-up lines, dates gone bad and various blunders that occur in my run-ins with the opposite sex - and this guy wouldn’t give me the time of day. I guess I now know where I got it ;-) Thanks, dad!