clinging to tradition.

in this day and age::::::……

even the movies, yes, cling to reality, but also promote the dysfunctional family, you know? like.. it’s okay to live together, and have both of each other’s kids — and that’s cool, and i’m not saying anything’s wrong with that…. my point though, is like, it was amazing how many people i’ve talked to about my going to my girlfriend’s dad to ask for his blessing – how many people got defensive. for those who didn’t do it, some of them were like giving me a pat on the back, but at the same time, "Well, you’re both over 18 and there’s nothing he can do to say no," as if i was going to a fight.

for me, i’m doing it for more out of courtesy, and for the gesture. as in, "yes sir, i realize i’m suddenly becoming responsible in a lot of ways for the girl you’ve gave life to, and protected all these years, and probably love more than life itself, i’m asking for your blessing for me to take her."

so.

anyways, the big talk is tomorrow. i called monday night right before going to youth group – it was odd. like first the mom didn’t realize it was me, because i’ve never called before. and then he was walking in from work, and then it was like,

"I was wondering if we could get together so i can talk to you about your daughter,"

and then he said, "Oh…." with the most awkardest, long, like almost WHAT in the WORLD is this boy DOING type pause and then, "Okay… sure." 

and after a bunch of talk about my schedule we decided tomorrow night at 7.30 WITH the wife (my gf’s mom) present. 

so i’m wondering you know, how to make this sound humble but confidant. like, i don’t want to be like, "sir, if it pleases you, and if the jury approves, may i possibly take your daughter?" but at the same time i don’t want to be like, "I don’t care what you say, i love her, and i want you to know that i’m taking her."

because obviously some of it kind of has to be reassurance that he’s letting his daughter into good hands, so i somewhat have to toot my own horn without being arrogant about it. you know? i talked to my own dadd and he told me what he was looking for when my brother in law came to him. so.

yeah i just hope i don’t tremble, sweat, or have a quivery voice. like i told my night-shift manager tonight, one big reason i’m doing this is to more or less show him i have balls – metarphorically speaking. you know. especially in this day and age with estranged relationships or you know dads out there that wouldn’t let their daughter date Jesus.

this guy seems to be cool, he’s like 6’5 and about as big as a grizzly, so definitely not someone to mess around with. i just think / hope they appreciate the gesture.