Did I really say he was a Knight in Shining Armor? No! I said, she said he was her Knight in Shining Armor. I guess every dad’s nightmare is that his little girl will bring home a wimp-in-a-can. I must say he
(Oh yeah, his name is Andrew) is a fine young man. He is man’s man. I like that. He is masculine, but kind, gentle, and sensitive to her needs. He is patient, yet firm. He is frugal and yet enjoys spending money on her. He will be a good provider. He came from good stock. All of this is true, but I am still struggling. For one, he shoots around the mid 70’s in golf. While I will be looking for my ball in the woods, he will have to patiently wait on me. I hate that! While he is on the green I will still be at the tee box or in the mosquito infested woods. You wait and see, he will be able to do most things better than me. I will end up living in his shadow. OK Andrew, I give in, she’s yours, but you make sure you help me look for my lost ball in the woods without a smirk on your face.
Son of a Preacher