HUMOR - Date nights

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A Favorite Recollection When I started dating about the age of eighteen, my mother would always wait up for me to come home. As soon as I would walk in the door of the apartment, she and I would go into my bedroom, she would sit herself down on my bed and we would hash over the whole evening. Usually at this hour daddy would be just about dozing off for the night, but our talking would filter into his bedroom, which was very close by. "Are you girls going to talk all night," he would call out. "Can't you wait until morning to have this discussion?" My mother would shush him and tell him to go back to sleep. He would grumble and be quiet for a while and then start all over again. "Lillian come back to bed. When she's ready to marry the guy you'll ask all those questions." Eventually, mom and I would kiss each other goodnight and she would go back to her room to pacify my dad.

Let me preface this story by telling you a little bit about my father. As a young man he started out as a comedian and tap dancer in vaudeville and burlesque. When vaudeville died, his dreams of show business died too. But, through the years he never missed a chance to get up and tell a few jokes, sing a song and do a little soft shoe dance. He produced shows for his lodge and later for his condominium in Florida. He was a warm and outgoing human being who always had a smile and kind word for everyone.

One weekend my mother went out of town to visit some relatives and I had a date for that Saturday night. I promised daddy I would not be home too late and that he really didn't have to wait up for me. Of course my date picked me up, he and dad met, they shook hands and off we went. Well the evening ran a little later than I had promised and as we walked to my house from the subway station, I could see my daddy hanging out the window of our third story apartment watching for me. I kept talking to my date hoping to distract him so that he wouldn't see him because then I would have been terribly embarrassed. As soon as we got to the door of my apartment, I bid my date a real fast goodnight and waited until I heard the lobby door close before I opened the apartment door with my key.

I tip toed in and saw that the door to my parent's bedroom was closed. "Good," I said to myself, assuming that daddy had gone to bed. I was relieved not to have to give any explanations about why I was late coming home. I opened the door to my bedroom, walked in and almost fell on the floor. There sat my dear daddy on my bed, wearing a big smile on his face and dressed in one of my mother's dresses. He had pouffed up his curly hair, had his legs crossed and with one hand on his knee and one on his hip, he started speaking in a high pitched tone. "So," he said, "how did the date go? What did he say and what did you say? Where did you have dinner? Did you go to a show? Will you see him again? By the way, what does he do for a living? Did he treat you nicely? I certainly hope he was a gentleman. Do you think he's serious about the relationship?"

"Daddy," I said, "slow down, one question at a time. This was only our third date."

"Well I just want to make sure I get all the information that your mother gets when you talk to her."

We must have talked and laughed for almost an hour. Finally, I was the one who said, "Time for bed, we'll talk in the morning. I’m the one who's tired now."

Daddy gave me a hug and kiss goodnight and said, "Don't forget, we have to remember every little detail to tell your mother when she gets home, so she won't feel left out."

By Rosalie Silverman Reprinted by permission of Rosalie Silverman © 2000, from the upcoming Chicken Soup for the Father's Soul by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen, Mark and Chrissy Donnelly and Jeff Aubery.

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Chicken Soup for the Father's Soul is scheduled for release on May 15 in a bookstore near you

-- Anonymous, April 24, 2001

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Response to Humor, date nights

LOL! Gotta admire anyone who has a sense of humor.

Neat story. Thanks, Sar0

-- Anonymous, April 24, 2001


Response to Humor, date nights

Thanks! yea, I liked this one, cos my mom used to wait up for me....if she feel asleep I'd tiptoe in and say Mom, I'm home!!!!!!

Boy, I miss my mom!

-- Anonymous, April 25, 2001


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