I’m back in Chicago for a long, much-needed Thanksgiving break. The other night my dad and I were relaxing shooting the bull, and the subject of my romantic life
or lack thereof came up… and I ended up getting the talk. No, not that one…puberty was long ago. This was the “gee, son, it looks like you haven’t been with a girl for a while…just wanted to make sure you’re still, you know, interested in that sort of thing…” talk.
I love my old man, but sometimes he pisses me off.