This is a repost from a Tumblr series that I called “My perfect dad.” I’m preserving these older stories and continuing to write new ones available on this site first.
The traffic light changed to yellow, and a moment later, to red. Good. I was still a hundred yards from the intersection, but I lowered my foot onto the brake and allowed my mind to wander. There were no other cars out on the roads this late. Well, judging by the hint of purple-gray dawn in the eastern sky, it was early, not late.
Jealous Friend’s Wanna Say Hi was playing low enough on my car stereo that I could only hear the thumping bass. I turned it up and did a little dance, shuffling my shoulders and my arms in time to the music. I loved that song. It reminded me of my Son. My hot Son.
Son was right. I used to be super uptight. I was a joyless workaholic whose only happiness came during my two weeks off every July. I remember Son telling me that I was too sexy for such a dreary, workaday life, and that all my “hot dadness” was wasted on the corporate world.
Son was right. After I met him, everything else about my life just seemed so boring, so mundane, so thinky. Thinking made me sad.
When I told Son how I felt, He told me not to worry. “I’ll take care of you, dad,” He assured me. “I’ll keep you out of trouble so you can go have fun and enjoy your life.”
I was so grateful for my hot Son. The first thing W/we did was buy dad and Son Jeeps. His was black, and mine was electric yellow. I always kept the top and the doors off mine so I could show off all my “hot dadness.”
I showed off my “hot dadness” to all of Son’s friends. It quickly became one of my favorite dad duties. Every night after my shift at Foot Locker, I would drive over to one of Son’s friend’s houses and hang out. Sometimes I did chores. Sometimes I gave massages. Sometimes I got down on all fours and became a footstool for hours. I did whatever Son’s friends asked me to do, but no matter what, I was always back home in time to wake Son up at 8 a.m. sharp.
Funny, I can’t remember going to hang out at the same friend’s house more than once. Weird, huh? Son has a lot of friends.
A horn honked behind me and jolted me out of my reverie. I turned the stereo all the way up and floored it through the intersection, bopping to the music all the way back home to Son.
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