Urban Fit Uber Cute Couple Bias – UFUCC
A number of interesting ideas came up during my walk around the local lake this morning. I was blessed with the presence of my 11-yo daughter, who is just about full-on irritated with me at this point. “Right on schedule,” I said to her, as she rolled her eyes at me for the 15th time this morning.
The good thing about reaching the “dad is such a dork” phase with my kids is this, I don’t have to behave in perfect and rigid parenting patterns, I’m more of a crackup. And they have grabbed a wicked sense of humor from me. So I am unabashedly dorky, and I’m happy to crack myself up full-on and catch my daughter busting a smile over in her eye-rolling seat.
At one point I made a joke this morning, as she switched the radio for the 10th time to another rap/pop non-musical “tune.” I said, “Listen I’m starting to have a few problems with our relationship. I think we’re going to need to see other people.” She rolled her eyes. I went on. “I mean, I’m paying for everything, I don’t like your music that much, and we never agree on where to go eat these days, so… I think we might need to take a break.” We both cracked up
We’d had so many pseudo blowups, that the real one wasn’t even very interesting or dramatic. It was disappointing, because I had prepared a lot of goodies for the date night.
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The resonance, however, with the conversation I had last night as my “friend” was blowing up at me at the “hi-how-ya-doin” moment of our date night. She started spewing a ton of “always” and “nevers” at me. And I registered that she was off her rocker, blaming with wild generalizations about the “entire relationship” and not just her disappointment. And let’s see, that morning she had been 20 minutes late for our walk meetup. And I was fifteen minutes late, due to a father-daughter issue I needed to work out, and BOOM, I’m uncaring, unsuited for a relationship, and obviously only interested in doing what I want to do. (Oh, and I actually don’t dig her choice in music, but that was never brought up.)
If I could’ve rolled my eyes at her last night I might have been better off then trying to negotiation or talk rationally about her outburst. There was no “hi” at the door, there was “I’m mad at you.” And as I tried to blow it off and make light of it, as she often reverts to, “just kidding” this time she wasn’t kidding. And there was just enough resentment and disappointment underneath the wine she’d been drinking to set her off on an unreachable tear. I left. And I’m done done. We’d had so many pseudo blowups, that the real one wasn’t even very interesting or dramatic. It was disappointing, because I had prepared a lot of goodies for the night. But it was more drama and crisis that screamed RED FLAG and GET THE HELL OUT.
I walked.
And this morning as my daughter and I continued our playful banter about all things boy-girl, all things father-daughter, all things “dad is a dork” we laughed off most of the jokes. Sure, she was irritated with me. But it wasn’t really about if I did something great or if I did something dorky. It was just her being 11 year-old and reaching that separation journey. It’s okay. She needs to find her detachment. And now I’m free to play the “dorky dad” she likes to complain about. And I’m free to crack us both up and to illicite eyerolls at any moment. This is where we are.
She was still acting out some routine with her ex-husband or something. And I’m in no mind to be a stand in for her target practice.
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Just as we were finishing our hour walk an uber fit couple came down from their lakefront condo in sporty LuLuLemons (my daughter’s crush brand at the moment) and started stretching on the trail as we walked by. I have to admit the woman looked spectacular. And I’m guessing my daughter noticed the tall dark and handsome guy in the fancy workout clothes as well.
We got off on this riff about LuLuLemon clothing for guys. “It’s only for gay guys,” I said. Eyeroll.
“No dad, it’s not.”
“Any guy, inside the LuLuLemon store, and not there with his daughter or girlfriend or wife, is GAY. G. A. Y.”
“Dad that’s so wrong… You’re being, what’s the word for racist except about…”
“Sexist.”
“Yeah, you’re being so sexist.”
“Actually you’re right. I’m being sexist.”
“See.”
“But tell me this…” I was ready to set the punchline of the weekend.
“What…” She was pre-rolling her eyes as we were getting ready to get back in my car.
“What is the LuLuLemon logo in the shape of?”
“Hair.”
“Yes, so what non-gay guy is going to wear shorts with girls hair as a logo? Gay I tell you, gay.”
“They are not gay, dad, you’re just being your dorky self.”
“Fine. We can agree to disagree.”
“And I’m going to get you a pair of LuLuLemon shorts for your birthday.”
“Oh really… You’re going to pay $75 for a pair of shorts for me? Nice.
“Yep. And you’ll be hooked after you wear them one time.”
“I’ll be looking forward to it.”
As far as the woman who misbehaved last night. She was not 11 years-old. She was demonstrating time after time how unready she was to have any kind of adult relationship. She was still acting out some routine with her ex-husband or something. And I’m in no mind to be a stand in for her target practice.
So I walk on, right past the UFUCC. And I anticipate my new LuLuLemon shorts in November when I will officially become gay. Unless I don’t, and then I suppose I will become a LuLuLemon spokesperson.
Sincerely,
The Off Parent
@theoffparent
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image: run, yoga, fusion class, carolyn coles, creative commons usage
[Note: I don’t think I am sexist, or anti-gay, or homophobic for writing or joking about this. And I don’t really have any beef with LuLuLemon, except for the CEO’s comments, and the price of their fancy yoga gear.]
August 2, 2014 | Categories: anger, dad, dating, happiness, kids, single parenting, summer | Tags: breakup, congratulations you are a dork, dating a single mom, dorky dad, father daughter, funny dad, insane single mom, lululemon, my daughter thinks I'm a dork, red flags, sane single mom, she's still got issues, staying close to your daughter, summer walks | 1 Comment »