The Proposal, June 14, 2011
[dcs_p]Baskets on one television, and hockey going on another, and my daughter’s boyfriend decides to propose. They’ve only known each other a month, and they’re not kids, so they certainly don’t need my approval. But here he comes, on the final day of the playoff’s, when all my money is on Miami, and Dallas is kicking butt. I’m getting agitated, and he shows up with flowers and a ring. My daughter’s beaming–and I’d be happy for her if I thought it was going to last. Hell, if he had any money, I’d be happy for myself. Let somebody else pay her bills. But he doesn’t have two nickels to rub together, and I think he’s looking for a free ride.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]Anyway, he can’t even wait till halftime. He’s got to come right into my face and show me the ring, and tell me how much he loves my daughter. “Good for you,” I say. I’m trying not to be rude, but he’s blocking my view, and I have to ask him to move. If this guy wants to be in my family, he’d better catch on quick. The Proposal, June 14, 2011[/dcs_p]
