so now that i've successfully discovered my place in adulthood, the high notes and draw backs are coming to the surface.
it was brought to my attention a couple weeks ago that as an "adult", living in my own house, i have the luxury of bringing "the doorstep scene" inside. out of the cold. out of the awkwardness of the exposing myself to the neighbors, etc.
i had never thought of it that way.
carpool partner dave reminded me of how lucky i was, becaaaaaause... when he was dating his wife - then girlfriend {both 21 and young} - he had to drop her at her parents door... running the risk of spying parental eyes, a glaring porch light, and a ticking clock, trying to beat a curfew {and staying in the good graces of the future in-laws}.
but, now that i think about it, maybe i'm not the lucky one... maybe he {was} the lucky one. it's no wonder he so readily volunteered to come to my house all the time, rather than the other way around... because he still lived at home... with a mom... and a dad... and siblings... and a full house lacking privacy. who wants their dad peeking around the corner or their mom reminding them of all the chores that still need to get done... all the while, trying to woo a girl?
no thank you.
it was brought to my attention a couple weeks ago that as an "adult", living in my own house, i have the luxury of bringing "the doorstep scene" inside. out of the cold. out of the awkwardness of the exposing myself to the neighbors, etc.
i had never thought of it that way.
carpool partner dave reminded me of how lucky i was, becaaaaaause... when he was dating his wife - then girlfriend {both 21 and young} - he had to drop her at her parents door... running the risk of spying parental eyes, a glaring porch light, and a ticking clock, trying to beat a curfew {and staying in the good graces of the future in-laws}.
but, now that i think about it, maybe i'm not the lucky one... maybe he {was} the lucky one. it's no wonder he so readily volunteered to come to my house all the time, rather than the other way around... because he still lived at home... with a mom... and a dad... and siblings... and a full house lacking privacy. who wants their dad peeking around the corner or their mom reminding them of all the chores that still need to get done... all the while, trying to woo a girl?
no thank you.
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