DOLCE

Daddy Warbucks

Ever been with someone and think “where have you been all my life?” Then the next week you’re planning your escape? Here’s the rest of my story.

You all know about Jordan, the “ginger snap.” I was dating him for a couple of weeks but nothing was official. We spent a lot of time together, but when you do that you start realizing the “little things they do.” AKA the annoying habits that you have to contemplate if you can put up with. Jordan had a few of those habits. You can tell me if they’re normal.

-        Was obnoxious towards my friends. He must’ve thought he was comfortable enough with them to make fun of them, but it was just rude.

-        Loved blasting Justin Bieber and Demi Lovato in his car. And no, I did not make him put it on.

-        Although he was a gym-head his tattoos definitely did not show the masculine side of him. Only a girl should have a hip tattoo.

-        Only drank pineapple vodkas. I just wanted a beer.

I thought I was being picky and ignored the slightly feminine characteristics he had. That was until this one day.

Daddy’s Girl Boy

I was a couple of years younger than Jordan. He used to make small jokes that I was so young and his 3 years on me made him so wise. I would put up with the jokes here and there when deep down they bothered me.

One morning he was driving me home when we stopped at a gas station to fill up his truck. He handed the gas attendant his card but unfortunately the card got declined.

“Are you freaking serious? This is ridiculous. Let me make a phone call.”

I thought he was making a phone call to the bank. Boy was I wrong.

“What the eff Dad! I just tried to use the card and it declined! What do you mean sis maxed it out?! What am I going to do now, use my card? Yea, well put money on it because this is bullshit.”

Best part? The whole conversation was on speaker. What’s even better? His sister is 5 years older than him. I wasn’t sure if I was more upset with the fact that “Daddy” gave the grown man that was moved out a credit card, or that my Dad was jipping me.

“Alright fine, put $40 on this card.” He said as he handed the gas attendant his debit card.

I looked at him in shock with my mouth wide open.

“Daddy gives you a credit card?”

“Yes. I have four cars! How else am I supposed to put gas in a V8? I can’t afford it!”

“Yea, well then if you can’t afford it, don’t have four cars. I mean I can barely afford to fill up my truck. That’s why I work two jobs. My Dad would never pay for my gas or give me a credit card.”

“Yea, well my Dad gives my sister a card so I get one too. I mean my Mom is starting to get upset about it nowadays, but I don’t understand why.”

I don’t think he’ll ever understand why. Gas wasn’t the only thing his Dad took care of. I was afraid to ask too many questions because I thought if I did my fist would end up in his face. I told him to never call me “young” again. I may have been a couple of years younger than him, but I knew how to take care of myself.

He might of looked independent from the outside but he was no Daddy Warbucks. On the other hand, his Dad was.

Moral of the Story:

-        Don’t settle. You know what you like and what you don’t like.

-        If you can stand on your own two feet you want to find someone that can do the same.

-        Age is just a number. They may be older and moved out, but Daddy can still be the one putting the roof over his head.

-        Be independent. That is one of the biggest and best qualities a person can have.

Where are we now?

Well, after that mishap I decided Jordan and I weren’t right for each other. I told him how I felt and he agreed we could still be friends. We’ve hung out numerous times and I’ve decided it’s for the best. Now that we’re friends I can make fun of him to his face and not feel bad about it. Don’t worry, he laughs along too (sometimes).