Wednesday, September 01, 2004
Hard reconciliations when you note that your son isn't a man you would necessarily want to know as a woman. Don't get me wrong. He is more like me than I care to admit and so I have to love the bastard on some levels.
The college freshman daughter called to coo about her very nice brother who bothered to invite her and her roommates out the first night in D.C. They had a grand time at a club. All got in with state-of-the-art fake I.D.'s pre-requisite to college entrance. A wonderful time they had and didn't her brother invite them out again the next night. To his friends he introduced his sister as, "This is my little sister." A show stopper as far as she was concerned in terms of hooking up with a guy in D.C. Not that her brother had any problem asking out his sister's new roommate on a date.
"What a sketch he is," complained the daughter. "Kind of awkward don't you think?"
"Don't get involved," I said. "If she comes crying on your shoulder once she realizes what a sketch he is, just draw your forefinger and thumb across your lips. Contrarily if she starts two-timing your brother for whatever reason, go to the gym for a work-put and play dumb."
So basically the son was into a raw meat play... Either these two will be buddy siblings at the end of their college careers or bloody murder each other. Kind of like when the were five and seven and nearly strangled one another for breathing the other's air...
The college freshman daughter called to coo about her very nice brother who bothered to invite her and her roommates out the first night in D.C. They had a grand time at a club. All got in with state-of-the-art fake I.D.'s pre-requisite to college entrance. A wonderful time they had and didn't her brother invite them out again the next night. To his friends he introduced his sister as, "This is my little sister." A show stopper as far as she was concerned in terms of hooking up with a guy in D.C. Not that her brother had any problem asking out his sister's new roommate on a date.
"What a sketch he is," complained the daughter. "Kind of awkward don't you think?"
"Don't get involved," I said. "If she comes crying on your shoulder once she realizes what a sketch he is, just draw your forefinger and thumb across your lips. Contrarily if she starts two-timing your brother for whatever reason, go to the gym for a work-put and play dumb."
So basically the son was into a raw meat play... Either these two will be buddy siblings at the end of their college careers or bloody murder each other. Kind of like when the were five and seven and nearly strangled one another for breathing the other's air...
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