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.

“Hey, man, is anyone sitting here?” 

I looked over the top of my sunglasses and saw a bulge in red trunks. I followed the beefy torso and meaty pecs upward and involuntarily licked my lips when I saw his handsome face and mostly-pepper-with-a-hint-of-salt beard. I was reminded of what my Son always says whenever I enter the room: “Woof, daddy.” 

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.

My grandfather always told me I would get more conservative as I got older. He told me about how he voted for Roosevelt in 1944 and Kennedy in 1960, but as he eased into middle age, his priorities changed. Voting for Reagan made sense in 1980 and even more sense in 1984. He said it was only natural. “You’ll see, my boy. Happens to everyone.” 

I never believed him. As I got older, the opposite seemed to happen. I became even more enthusiastically liberal with age. My grandfather was wrong about me. 

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.

Hey, I know you were expecting to see Jay. After all, He’s the one you’ve been chatting with, and He’s the one you made plans to meet today. But before you go out for your date, I want to take a minute to get to know you. I’m His dad, and I like to know a little bit about the guys who date my Son. Jay’s a special young man, and He deserves only the best in a boyfriend. 

Have a seat on the sofa. Yeah, right there. I’ll sit right next to you. You seem like a nice enough guy. You’re Jay’s type. So, man, where are you taking Him on your date?