On the other hand, my dad, thankfully, still doesn't seem to consider me as someone who would be remotely interested in the opposite sex and gets extremely uncomfortable whenever my mom starts in on this angle of conversation. Hardly ever at a loss for musing commentary, he falls silent and waits for the moment to pass so we could get back to talking about Obama's reelection odds and the latest Newsweek cover. I'm actually quite scared of the day that I'll have to break it to my dad and say, "Surprise! I'm a girl! With a boyfriend!" More scared for whoever said boyfriend will be who has to face paternal inspection, but I guess meeting the parents is just one of those romantic rites of passage. A necessary evil. An appraisal of goods. A nerve-wracking, ego-crushing, soul-numbing experience. Look forward to it, guys!
A discussion over dinner at Syracuse, when they came to visit for the day:
Mom: So, what kind of qualities do you want in a guy?
Me: Why, are you going to find my husband for me?
Mom: Well, I just want to know in case I meet someone!
Me: Someone without too many emotions or feelings. Smart and responsible, but also playful. Christian, obviously. Good hygiene. Kind of tall.
Mom: So... someone like your dad!
Me: Uh, I guess.. (Dad laughs awkwardly)
Mom: Men like your dad are hard to find though.
Me: Well, I think I just need him to be kind of calm and mellow to balance out my crazy obnoxiousness.
Dad: (emphatically nods) I agree. That should be the first thing you look for.
Don't know if I should be insulted by his immediate (and rare) input, but I'm glad we're on the same page?