Daddy dearest

I love my dad. Adore him, respect him, all in all the number one man in my life. I am a daddy's girl - I just need to ask and I know dad will get it done for me. And I guess with the fear of being spoilt my mum became super strict with me. But now that I live alone, I know I can count on him, but I am on my own to feet and like doing things my self.

I am lucky that way, my parents have never been the type to get on case for the whole marriage thing. They dont care what other people say and ask.. about the whole singlehood thingie. They have never placed any criteria on the guys I go out with.. no religious, caste or staus issues. But mum did give me two pre requistes

1. Must like dogs (with fours dogs in the house, she aint going to be locking any of them up on my boy friend's behalf)
2. Must know how to enjoy a drink. (Our home's focal point is the bar. Its where most dicussions and fights take place. No we are not an alcholic family. But enjoy a drink once in a while)

Mum wants me to enjoy my 20's and make most of single life. My dad is slowing realizing that he has turned 61 and whats to retire and have lots of grandkids to play with and there for looks at me! What about my brother - he has to place the family seed in the world - go look at him and he is 8 years older - he needs to get married. But my dad says he wants to see his baby get married.

Any way I still consider it to be a big joke and smile whenever dad brings up the topic. Which brings me to the reason why I was writing this post and got side tracked as usual.

Blondie and I were sitting with mum and dad having a drink :) When dad suddenly says
"You have to meet this uncle's son"
S - "Dad, stop it, the last guy was not my type and doubt this one will be either"
D - "He is really handsome ask your mother"
S - "Mum ?"
M - "He is pretty good looking"
D - "See .. and he is pilot and can sing what more do you want?" (he says this smiling)
Blondie interupts

B - "Uncle wait, I know what my best friend wants - let me check him out"
D - "Ok"
B - "Is he big made? not scrawny... shreez needs a guy, who when hugs her, makes her feel protected?
D - "He is pretty broad... "
B - "Ok, not bad.. secondly does he have big hands ?"
D - "What??"
Mum begins to laugh

B - "Uncle I know what shreez wants, she loves big hands - does he have big hands ?"
D - a bit flabeergasted "Well yeah I guess, not that I really noticed"
B - "Last, but most importantly - is he tall ?"
Dad with a gleam and most excitedly says
"YES YES he is tall...... he is 5'7"

?????!!!!!!!!!!!
Blondie and I fall of the chair laughing.
S - "You cant be serious dad"
D - "What, thats a good hight for a guy"
S - "Dad I am 5'7... if I wear heels he'll look like a midget infront of me"

Oh and too top it off I asked my dad what the guys name was? He said he dint know his real name, but his pet name was "Minku"

Blondie and I laugh hysterically and head out for drinks and dinner.

Thats my dad for you. He is the cutest.

PS - to all the minku's out there. I have nothing against you'll. Peace !