Thursday, September 10, 2009

Do They Have to Grow Up So Fast?

Get thee to a nunnery, go: farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them.

-Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 1

Saturday, The Skating Gnu had her first date. Let me repeat that in case you missed it:

Her. First. Date.

When the hell did she get old enough to go out on dates?!?!? So, we agreed to meet her beau somewhere for sodas and hamburgers. His parents and me at one table, the two of them at another table, trying their best to wish us away or at least make us invisible.

All in all, it went off pretty well. Good, wholesome fun was had by all, hands remained on top of the table, daylight between everyone, etc. Nice kid, I should add, and just to answer the question written all over your faces, no, I did not bring semi-automatic weaponry. I left them all at home, well cleaned and polished. And loaded.

Dammit, she's growing up way too fast. There is talk of a second date sometime in the near future. Mrs. Gnu can chaperon the next one: my poor heart can't take anymore of this.

I feel old...

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it,
And I feel fine.



The Taco Prophet said...

There's still my exchange program. Just sayin'. You don't have to say anything. Just blink twice.

E. S. Collins said...

She's 35 already? That's when daughters are allowed to start dating, right?

Bluejeangirl said...

Ah... welcome to the dating world. Don't mind us, we'll be over here in the corner giggling because we understand your pain.

Also, yay for your daughter not killing you on her first date! I'm sure she rolled her eyes at you TONS on the way home. LOL!