“So since I don’t want a boyfriend, and I don’t want to get desperate and start hooking up with random guys, I need you to buy me something.” “Shut up and stop being such a baby,” she scolded me with a laugh. “I can’t hear you!” I tried to clap my hands back over my ears, but she held my wrists firm. I’m trying to tell you that I’m really horny and I need your help.” Maybe this was just a bad dream and I would wake up any second. “I know you probably don’t want to hear this, but I really liked having sex.” She was right, I didn’t want to hear it. I was relieved and somewhat hurt at the same time. I’m on the pill and we always used condoms.” Then it dawned on me what she was leading up to. It was only Steven.” She bit her lip and looked away as a slight flush colored her cheeks. It’s not like I’m a total slut, or anything. “I wasn’t entirely sure, but, okay, now I know.” I suddenly had no idea where she was going with this. Whoa! The conversation had taken an unexpected turn. “Okay, first of all, you know I’m not a virgin anymore, right?”
My daughter shifted uncomfortably next to me. I don’t want a boyfriend, but that means I still have a problem.” “Well,” she continued, “I decided that with school, and getting ready for college, and soccer that I don’t really have time for a boyfriend right now.” I hit the pause button on the remote so I wouldn’t miss anything that the Avengers were up to. You know how I broke up with Steven last month, right?” She sat down on the arm of my easy chair. “I just gave you your allowance two days ago.” Reverted to calling me “Daddy” when she wanted something from me, mainly because it always worked. “Daddy, I need you to help me with something.” She always You might think I’d made it over the toughest hurdles of parenting a young girl through the journey into womanhood, and so did I, until my beautiful 18-year-old daughter came to me one day with an unexpected request. And teaching a son to shave his face is one thing, but, trust me, teaching your daughter to shave her legs is something else entirely. This pales in comparison, however, to having to explain about tampons and all the things that go along with that whole monthly song and dance. I tried to make it seem as normal as I could, but a father taking his daughter bra shopping for the first time makes for an unusual day at the mall. I was as uncomfortable as I could be when I first sat her down, but Nicole’s natural curiosity and her open personality made what could have been a painfully awkward conversation into a special moment that actually brought us closer together. It took me a week to work up the nerve and to figure out what I was going to say. It fell to me to have “The Talk” with her. My little girl was becoming a woman before I was ready. It was something I’d avoided thinking about, but before I knew it there she was. Unfortunately, this didn’t mean I was at all prepared for puberty. I admit she was somewhat of a tomboy, but she was healthy and happy, did well in school, and the two of us got along great. It wasn’t easy early on, but I managed to provide a stable home and raise a pretty good kid. Nicole’s mom has been out of the picture since right after her first birthday, so it’s been just the two of us for the past sixteen years. Oh, and it's a long one with more to come, and apologies for not breaking it down into chapters.īeing a single father has many challenges, especially when you have a daughter.
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