Jun. 18th, 2014

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So last night my Dad ambushed me as I walked home with Mike and now we're having lunch with him next Tuesday.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

I mean, don't get me wrong, we've been going out for six months and practically living together for four of them, so it's not as if "Oh by the way, my Dad is a faffing hen and a full-on insaniac" hasn't come up in conversation already, but there's a difference between hearing anecdotes about his faffery and actually witnessing it.

It could be worse though - one of the stories I tell a lot is about how, when you're out with him, he's constantly looking around for other people and he will just bail in the middle of talking to you and glom onto these randoms, totally ignoring you, while expecting you to just kind of hang around and wait 'til these much more interesting people leave and he deigns to speak to you again. It's super-rude and annoying as fuck and he does it all the time, to whoever he's with and regardless of who the random might be.

And in the course of a ten minute stop-and-chat that he engineered in order to force my hand about introducing him to Mike, he did it to us twice.

So, you know. At least he's going into this with an idea of what he's getting.


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