The night my dad met my first boyfriend, we were going to a dance. Junior (the boyfriend) came over to meet my family before going up to the middle school. My mother, grandfather, and grandmother all thought he was charming. They talked to him for a few minutes, then he and I went in the den to watch television. We sat on the couch watching the closest of the two televisions, and I grabbed his hand underneath the big hard pillow so nobody could see. I glanced over and smiled at him. Then, to my horror, my father walks in with a huge bloody knife, barely glances at Junior, and walks outside. Junior's fingers tightened slightly on mine, and I rolled my eyes to myself, looking back over at the television.
My dad comes back in, still holding the huge knife in his hand, and stops at the foot of the couch, "You want me to use this on you?" while he looks directly at Junior. Junior lets go of my fingers, loses all color in his face, pops his eyes out of his head as wide as they'll go, and shakes his head no.
"Da-aaad." He looks at me, Junior looks at me, my dad winks, Junior looks back at my dad, my dad scowls then leaves the room. I lean over to Junior, "He was just kidding."
I wonder why we didn't last...
