Father Knows Best???

There are certain times where certain people say certain things, and they haven't a clue on how badly it affects me.

Take my father, for example. Firstly, I only refer to him as my father when I'm NOT happy with him. Secondly, I never would talk to him about my love life. Ever.

So I was utterly horrified the other day when he sat by my desk before leaving work with, "I have to tell you something." Turns out he wants me to find someone and settle down, in fact he used the word 'nest' in his speech.

What put me off even further is when he started talking about this guy who's been coming to the office a few times to speak with him. Whether or not he'd be good for me, who cares, but "you never know."

I'd expect this behavior from my mother (also only referred to in that way when I'm REALLY not happy with her), but my dad??!! Oh, my GOD! I don't think I've ever experienced such embarassment like that in my lifetime.

It's not that I don't want marriage... Please, I thought by 25 I'd have been hitched, but that didn't happen. So here I am now, finally in a groove with various activities I'm involved in, only to feel like I'm nothing because I'm not nesting?! Hmm. Crying yourself to sleep doesn't help either, but it seemed like the involuntary idea at the time.

I really wish my father's talk with me didn't bother me as much as it did, and I pray one day I'll be able to laugh about it. However, twenty four hours later and I'm still emotional. Sheesh!!!

"Hello, my name is Andy..."

"... and I'm calling from AT & T."

Okay, so he doesn't sound like that. His accent is very slight. Andy has been calling and texting me, wondering when is a good time to get together.

So I decided I'd go out with Andy at least once and give him a shot, and I suggest brunch. Then he suggests brunch in Santa Monica. I veto that idea and suggest Pasadena instead, since it's a closer distance for him.

I get to the cafe and just as I'm about to sit at a table, he comes out of the restroom area. I greeted him and he says, "Oh, I forgot what you look like." Must have been all the woody red wine he was drinking that night at the party.

Brunch was fine, but nothing exciting. He said he'd keep in touch, but really? I'm not heartbroken.