heh. My dad just called to ask me how Monday night was. He was like "I heard Adam came over to talk to you."
"Oh, yeah! I was on the line with with other person, who looked a bit stunned. But he did."
"That's cool!"
"Yeah, dad. He was extremely friendly."
He made some joke about how I should've asked him to take me inside.
"Okay, dad."
"Well, now he knows who you are. Great!"
"Yeah, dad."
I think he grasps the conception of happiness better than my mom does, but he always wants me to use people to do me favors. Now he'll probably think Adam recognizing my face will morph into the second coming of Anthony Rapp. It makes me really uncomfortable to talk with him about stuff like that. Then again, maybe he was thinking "hands off my daughter!"
A work of art is an invitation to love.
Updated On: 10/27/05 at 06:58 PM