Everyone knows that BEB is my oldest daughter. I think I have mentioned it a time or two. She is nineteen fixin to turn twenty going on thirty.
BEB came up this weekend to celebrate my birthday and to show her younger sister (Wee) support at the show. I think I mentioned this yesterday but after the show we went to my Mom and Dad's for a big family and friends birthday bash.
Here's where it gets funny. BEB has this boy that is sweet on her. Now this is not the first time this has happen and I have already ran a couple off in my day.
Being that she was in town, this boy wanted to meet me.
BEB came up to me at the party and asked if he could come over, with a smile I said yes.
I might have mentioned this before too but at 6'4", 275 pounds I am close to being the runt of the family. I have nephews and other family I call huge and if I call someone huge, you know they are huge.
I was having a good time, maybe too good of a time, when I felt the nudge from a family member.
He leaned in and said, "Hey, here he comes"
He walked up the drive and right into the barn. At this point I started to almost feel sorry for the boy because everyone started to gather in a circle around us. He could not have ran away even if he wanted to. I heard cat calls and whistles, someone even said how pretty his mouth was and many agreed.
A hush fell over the crowd when he walked up to me, stuck out his hand and introduced himself.
I said, "Boy, you must not be smart, you just walked right into a hornet's nest"
It all ended well, no blood shed. I did later find out he was really nervous when he pulled up. He told BEB, as he walked up, we just kept getting bigger and bigger.
I do it for her. It's her little test for a boy. If he can deal with the first meet and still hang around and not run for the hills then she will consider dating him. She calls it her "weeding out" process.
I always ask her to let me know how hard to be. If she does not like the guy I run him off, if she likes him we just have a talk, if I like him he can come back.
Oh the joys of fatherhood.