I'm still kind of dating Marie. I wouldn't go so far as to say she's a "booty call", but it seems like most of our interactions result in horizontal-ness. We usually start our outings innocently enough. We go to dinner or to Fat Cat's or something. Sometimes we go bowling. But we both know that the last 4 to 6 hours of every date will be spent making out.
When I went to her house to pick her up last night, I pulled into her driveway and started to get out of my truck to go to the door. (I had still never met her parents or been inside her house. She'll usually choose to meet me somewhere or I'll pick her up at her rich friends house. I've thought it was odd that she appeared to be trying to keep me away from her family. I thought maybe she lived in a polygamous family or something and she didn't want me to find out. I don't know.) So as I'm getting out of my truck, I see her front door open and Marie comes outside. She appears to be walking rather swiftly. I stood near my open door half expecting her to throw her arms (and hopefully legs) around me as usual, but she didn't. She smiled sweetly and walked around to the passenger side of my truck. She climbed in quickly and then said, "Let's go" before I had time to climb back in and close my door.
As I started to pull the door of my truck closed, I heard the front door open again. I saw the look on Marie's face before I even turned around. It was a look of anger, frustration, and embarrassment. I turned around and saw an older gentleman who I could only assume was Marie's father. He approached my side of the truck and said, "Calvin?" He knew my name. "Hello, sir." I replied. (I'm not making this up or exaggerating in the least... Scout's Honor). I extended my hand and he did not hesitate to reach out and shake it. "You've been seeing my daughter quite a bit lately and I haven't had a chance to meet you." I smiled and laughed nervously. I thought briefly about trying to come up with some reason why... but then I figured that was between him and Marie. If she didn't want him to meet me, well then, I guess that's their problem, isn't it?
I looked back toward Marie. She was staring straight out the front windshield and slightly upward. It almost looked like she was trying to figure out who had mounted the basketball hoop over their garage. She was completely ignoring this awkward confrontation. I then realized that the reason she was in such a hurry to leave her house was because she knew her dad was on the warpath. Her dad continued, "What do you have planned for tonight, Calvin?"
The first thought that entered my head was, "I don't like Marie enough to participate in this hellish question and answer session with her dad." If I could have traded that awkwardness for never seeing Marie again, I'd have traded for sure. Screw Marie. Unfortunately, that wasn't an option. All of my horizontal make-outs, including but not limited to appendage caressing, spooning, collarbone tickling, heavy breathing, and lip and tongue sucking, had led me to this moment.
I started to answer with the dinner-and-movie textbook reply, but he cut me off, forcing me to draw the conclusion that he either didn't care about my answer or he didn't believe my answer. "I'd like her home by 12:30, Calvin." I was surprised I even heard what he said cause he was talking over me. "No problem, sir." In fact, how about if I have her home 45 seconds ago, HEY MARIE, GET OUT OF MY TRUCK!
He stood there as I got in my truck and started to back out of her driveway. When I got to the end of the driveway, I noticed a string of four cars coming preventing me from getting the hell out of there. As I sat there and waited for an opening, Marie started to apologize, but I wasn't listening to her because her dad was still standing in the exact same spot watching me. I was uncomfortable and anxious, but deep down I was hoping that I could be that kind of father when I have my own kids. I want to be able to make douchebags like me feel like a pile of dog doo from a very simple, two minute conversation.
Marie and I made out until about two in the morning. I dropped her off around the corner from her house, per her request.