WHEN IT COMES TO LOVE, FATHER DOES KNOW BEST!
Father Knows Best isn’t just an iconic, Emmy winning sitcom of 1950′s and 1960′s, but it’s also, in my case, a fact. My dad does know all (or most): especially when it comes to my boyfriends.
When I was 14, he simply shook his head when I tried to date our next-door neighbor who, though sweet, was a bit simple. He shook his head when I fell in love with the the (dyed) golden-haired soccer star in high school, saying he was a “nice boy, but not for me.” I got more than admonishment when I snuck out of the house late night to meet T, a rebellious, snarky punk from a few towns away — I got grounded.
After meeting the brother of a darling Brit two years my junior that I dated while living in London, he wisely proclaimed that I should have been dating the brother instead (true). He dismissed the cute ColumbianI met while bar tending on the grounds that it wasn’t serious, as well as the cute farmer I liked from New Hampshire during my burly and bearded phase (the burly part, at least, has gone away).
The only time my dad got it wrong was when he accidentally “the one before the one” – a guy so charming and slick I myself was fooled. Don’t worry dad, I don’t hold your temporary lapse in judgment against you — like father, like daughter after all.
But when he gets it right, he gets it really right. He not only defends my current boyfriend, who happens to be the love of my life, but has welcomed him in to the family with open arms. He gruffly pronounced after meeting my guy for the first time, “I like that boy.” Me too, dad. Me, too.
So I hope that all you gals out there have been lucky enough to have fathers as wise and wonderful as mine, and that they have not only given you enormous amounts of love, but have also steered you true on your path to true happiness with someone who matters.
