Although I was kind of expecting the event I was surprised by the request. Two days ago I had the cutest request I’ve ever had from a large young man; My daughters hand in marriage. He wanted me to swear to secrecy too; he hadn’t asked her yet. I hope like hell if I had said no he would have asked her anyhow, but he’s too earnest a young man to have played games with.
I assume since my daughter posted for all the world to see that she came home to a romantic dinner and was “getting Hitched” that I don’t have to be secret anymore. He’s a really likable guy but probably the last one anyone would pick out of a line up as a match for my daughter. Which is fine with me on a whole bunch of different levels, first and foremost being she did choose him, second and secondmost, I think opposites are healthy matches or rather I’ve come around to that thinking after taking the scenic route.
These two paragraphs above marinated for a day on the desk top. My daughter called last night. It’s all too beautiful. I met the guy at her birthday party, beginning of 2013. I won’t swear to it, but I think she might have met him that night too. She asked me then what I thought of him; it felt like she was trying to figure out the same. We had gone to this place called A1 Fusion, mostly Asian, with a spotlight on an open gallery where they made sushi.
Because we showed up sixth and seventh for a table of twenty we sat at the far end with the people who’d come earlier. By the time the soon to be husband got there he was at the other end and had brought his roomates; the cast from an alternate world Big Bang Theory. My response that night was “I didn’t get to talk with him; he’s very large.”
He is very large, objectively. My daughter is pretty tiny, objectively. I think it was a blind date set up by a friend. If that’s true I don’t think it went very well. What the fuck do I know? He is kind, compassionate, very good at the things he does, which, among other things, involves rescuing dogs, a trait I associate with nobility.
I’m pretty sure I’ll go out west for the wedding. They are looking at sometime next fall. My ex, my babys momma, welcomed him to the dawg family. As my mom pointed out; She isn’t a dawg. That’s absolutely true. She doesn’t approve of boys, that’s absolutely my opinion but I have a lot of evidence to back it up with. The grandwhelp is pretty jazzed about it, I guess he was asked for his permission and blessing too. That was a humble and genius stroke. The grandwhelps opinion is more important than mine but even safer than mine too. The grandwhelp loves the guy.
I haven’t been to the sushi place since daughter left town. Michigan is at least 900 miles inland, maybe 800 as the crow flies, and though it’s much closer to fresh water fishing holes, sushi traditionally isn’t made from fresh water fish. When in Maine I’ll eat lobster, in Alaska King Crab, in Oregon Dungeness crab, mussels, clams and the like. In Michigan I feel safer with trout or catfish.
When the GF and I go out it’s either Steak or thai food. For a wee slip of a gal she can eat well and hardy and with manners that remind me what a brute I am. Not her intention at all, but still … All is well with the dawg family, even with them what claim the dawg name. Could be that was passive aggressive snark, welcoming him into my family and not hers, but she doesn’t think in non-linear snark. Her mom taught her ‘If you can’t say something nice, make sure to say it with clarity.’ I kid. Sort of.
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