It’s what this dad had to do.
You’re single right? Wait, before you answer that let me deal with a few things. No, I do not think you’re single because you were sitting with two other guys – to me you just looked like three friends hanging out – no issue there. No, it’s not because I saw you checking your carefully groomed stubble in the camera of your phone – that just makes you vain, not single.
It was your shirt. It’s as simple as that. A shirt with a naked-from-the-waist-up Kate Moss smoking a cigarette in bed plastered on the front of it; a shirt that just oozes class, a kind of ‘Aren’t I the kid of guy you’re looking for?’ sort of tee. Never mind the fact that I was out to dinner with my four-year-old daughter at the time that you sauntered in. The fact that you were wearing something that I would have to explain to her was the least of my concerns. My first concern was you and your view of women.