more fatherly logic.

it's been a while since i shared a good failing dating story.

it's friday...

and we're due for some fun.

a long time ago, not long after moving to salt lake

{i'd already figured out that i didn't really like it here, but i had also already made the resolution to stick it out and make it work}

i got sucked into the smooth schmuckity schmuck charm of a salesman

{charm and wit do it for me every time}

we went out a couple of times

it didn't take me long to figure out he was a drunk

and that it wasn't going anywhere.

besides, who wants to kiss vodka breath?

my mom was in europe.

so my dad... reluctantly so, no doubt... got to hear the daily haps and girly updates.

not too many months previous, i took the major mormon plunge and made some pretty heavy religious commitments.

i was mormon, through and through.

and getting tangled up with this dude wasn't wise.

i knew it.

but the charm and the wit...

so. one day, while driving home from a visit with mr. schmuck, i spoke with my dad.
everything i remember about the conversation was desperate on my end.
desperate to convince him that my head was screwed on straight
that i was aware of my boundaries
and how many inches i was away from crossing them.

probably equally as desperate, my dad stopped me.

"aubry. i don't care. i'm not worried."

and then the ultimate put-it-in-perspective moment:

"i would hate to be the guy who tried to get you to do something you didn't want to do."

word, people. word.