The Dad Talk

To be so ceremoniously reunited only to be so tragically divided the moment right after… my night with Amanda was starting to feel more and more like a modern-day Romeo and Juliet show.

Except maybe less weird, and definitely way, way less dramatic. 

Still though, Amanda bemoaned the fact that I was to leave her side again for who knows how long this time. But what could be done about it? Mr. Dad wants a drinking buddy, an opportunity to talk man-to-man, man-to-boyfriend, man-to-homewrecker, or however the hell he sees me as… and what man would I be to deny a man the communal clink of brimming wine glasses? 

"Not much of a drinker, to be honest," I said, heaving a sigh that let my reluctance be made known before walking over and planting myself in the seat across from him. "I'm also driving…" 

"Two drinks," came his ultimatum, raising both his glass and an eyebrow toward me. "Surely, you'll be able to handle just two, can't you?"