The girl made observations today. She said (paraphrased,) "at sixteen you get your first car, at twenty one you get your first drink, and at forty you go over your first hill, and I guess there's another at eighty." My BFF observed that maybe at forty you get your first tattoo. I observed that the girl skipped the part about the first really bad boyfriend, which I estimated to fall at about age 25. I was about to say that I missed that landmark when the girl piped in, "that's when you got Dad." Through the laughter she added (defending her opinion) that he beat people up for money, among other things that were strikes against his character at the time. It was quite the list.
Yep. Apparently I never got over my first really bad boyfriend.
4 comments:
the world is forever grateful that you have steered him toward the side of good. apparently you have better cookies.
"Bad" is a relative term, and in many circles it really means "good".
Take, for example, the time when the bassist of a band I was in looked at my gear and said, "Hey, that's a really bad stereo chorus you've got there!" Then he stammered sheepishly and added, "I mean bad as in good!"
Language is a virus!
-Laurie Anderson
I like him, no, I love him! We will run away together and prove you all wrong!
Too late!
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