Middle Daughter had Best Friend over for dinner last night. I had whipped up the Rachael Ray spaghetti sauce recipe, boiled some noodles, and tossed some Texas Toast under the broiler for this gourmet repast.
Some good-natured teasing took place because one boy had recently declared his interest in MD's Best Friend. As is the way with girls, and high school romances in general I think, she's interested in his friend. He's probably interested in some other girl and she's interested in someone else...and so on. I'm sure you get, or remember, the picture.
All of a sudden, I realize that they're telling me exactly what is going on with all of the romances and asking me for advice.
I thought about telling them to forget about boys until they're 30 but realized if they didn't get advice from me they'd probably get it from some women's magazine anyway.
MD's BF likes a boy. I asked, "Does he know that you like him?"
They both started to giggle and told me that everyone has told him that she's interested.
"Yeah, but does HE know that you like him because YOU have shown an interest or flirted a bit with him?"
*time out for giggles, blushes, and the exchange of several glances between the girls*
"Well..." started MD's BF..."She doesn't, she doesn't!" interjected MD and then another time out for giggles, blushes, glances, etc.
"So start there. Next time you see him make sure he knows, by smiling and perhaps a light touch on his hand, that you're interested in him."
I left for Anthropology class after that but I'm sure I heard them talking about how smart, brilliant, and understanding I am...if you know how to interpret giggles.
Posted by bbarton at November 17, 2006 09:14 AMHeather Anne - Thanks! :)
Posted by: Bob on November 17, 2006 02:31 PM
You're such a good dad, Bob. :)
Posted by: heather anne on November 17, 2006 10:43 AM