My Dad and I were talking on the phone on Saturday,
“We just celebrated our one month wedding anniversary yesterday,” I told him happily.
“We’re celebrating our one year anniversary tomorrow,” my Dad countered, referring to himself (aged eighty remember) and his girlfriend (aged fifty-three in case you’ve forgotten).
“One year since your first kiss?” I asked him. They had dated for something like four months before he kissed her. He was too old, she thought. She was too young, he thought.
“Nope,” my Dad replied.
“Since your first date?” I asked.
“Nope,” he continued coyly.
“Well what then?” I asked, finally giving up.
“Since our first lovemaking,” he answered proudly.
Oy. That is all I can say. Who keeps track of the first time they make love? My Dad’s girlfriend apparently.
Thank you Cialis and Flomax. My father is thriving.