One of my favorite past times is planning things, especially parties. Last night at dinner I was discussing it with my dad and I asked my parents what they thought the most romantic way to ask someone to prom was (I had recently seen a video about it).
So we had been talking about this for a few minutes when my dad came up with this really cool, stalkerish idea about following your potential date to Italy (if they were going) and asking them out from the Juliet balcony. Then he talked about all the embarassing things that can happen when you're asked out by phone. All this time, he was referring to my hypothetical date as "he." Finally I corrected him and said "or she!"
Dad shrugged it off and we kept talking. Later I said something about being the one to ask someone out and he looked at me kind of funny.
"Really? Guys usually ask girls out, or else they get kind of embarassed." *Some meaningless chatter on this topic.*
"Well, if it's a girl SOMEONE has to do the asking!"
"Huh." Dad paused, a funny expression on his face. "I just always thought of you as the one being asked."
A while later we all retreated to our parts of the house, but that moment stuck with me. Dad knows that I'm bi, but that sounded kind of like he was disapointed or something. We haven't talked about it and now I'm afraid he is having a hard time accepting it.