Sorry I haven't written in a while. I didn't see a point anymore but I'm bored so I guess I can do this now.
Dad is getting worried. He keeps wanting to have awkward talks at dinner about friends and stuff.
He never asks, but I know he's thinking it. He means well so I don't mind.
I was poking at my food when he really surprised me. "I think I'm going to start dating."
I stopped poking my food. "Really?"
He nodded. "Do you think you can help me?" He scratched at his hand. "Like set up a dating profile thingy."
"Yea I'll help you set up a dating profile thingy,"
"Thanks,"
I smiled at him.
