It never ceases to amuse me how uncomfortable my 75 year old, Alabama raised, father seems to get when I sign off on phone calls with "I love you".
Not that he doesn't hit me back with an "I love you too.", but there's always the slight...pause. I like to think of it as the residual "Holy-Crap-If-I-Say-I-Love-You-To-Another-Male-It-Makes-Me-Gay" attitudes he was surrounded by growing up.
Which is why I delight in torturing him with "love" every phone call.
Does that make me a sadistic bastard?
I LOOOOOVVVVVEEEE YOU DADDY!!!!
Not that he doesn't hit me back with an "I love you too.", but there's always the slight...pause. I like to think of it as the residual "Holy-Crap-If-I-Say-I-Love-You-To-Another-Male-It-Makes-Me-Gay" attitudes he was surrounded by growing up.
Which is why I delight in torturing him with "love" every phone call.
Does that make me a sadistic bastard?
I LOOOOOVVVVVEEEE YOU DADDY!!!!
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