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Let me start by saying I have three girls and they're all gorgeous, so as a dad, I have aneurisms on a regular basis.
Anyway, my oldest is 15 and she went out on her first official date last night. I'm ex-military with some time in the sand box and PTSD to prove it. SO, ...I'm out in the shop working on my Chevelle when Cora, (my oldest) comes out to inform me that she's going on a date and the guy will be here any minute. I've had visions of this moment for years. The ole' cleaning a gun when he shows up, whispering in his ear, they'll never find his body, etc. Cora asks me nicely, "When you meet him can you not be, ...well, ....you." Ummm. Ok.So he shows up and I introduce myself and we talk for a little bit before they leave. I was trying very hard to be nice. Honest. On the way to dinner, the boy asks Cora if "I'm always like that." She says sheepishly, "...yeah". Then he says, "He scares the crap out of me and I don't usually intimidate easily." ![]() So Cora tells a secret. "Yeah, he was in the Army and can kill people with his thumb." They had a second date for tonight, but he called and said he had an anxiety attack and backed out. ..... ....Gee, I hope it wasn't me. .......I REALLY WAS TRYING TO BE NICE!!!
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