My hair roamed the streets on its way home from dinner to get that last night cap. Four unsuccessful drive-by's later, I decided to go home to this and I'm happy to be in the comfort of my little apartment, listening to Kings of Leon radio on Pandora.
I called my dad earlier tonight to book a last minute lunch date with him tomorrow. He agreed with subtle hesitation. Maybe he was caught off guard? No way his daughter would call him two weeks in a row to make lunch dates on Saturday. Doesn't she usually golf at that time? It's too prime and precious to be spent on him. You're wrong pops. Time with you is very dear to me.
An amazing time was had when we went for dim sum last week in Rowland Heights. Happy Harbor Restaurant featured a picture menu. For once, I ordered for us at a Chinese restaurant. While we waited for a table, he and I walked around the shops, gingerly holding hands. It was the sweetest thing. He surely felt the same. How many grown up daughters do you see holding their daddy's hand? Now filter that down to daughters with Chinese dads who spent more years apart than together. It's a rarity.
Earlier this year, I flirted with the idea of going short. About a month ago, I shared the idea with him. Even showed him a photo. He immediately suggested I go for it. Says it suits me more. Girls in China are doing it (as if they are the world wide trend setters). This week, I decided to lop it off. Tomorrow, he's going to believe it was his idea. Will I give him the satisfaction?
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