Rendezvous
16 May 04 : 04.19 AM
My dad is one of the hardest to please people I know. I guess in a way I'm always wanting his approval and satisfaction, even though sometimes I myself don't even know it. Everything counts. When he calls me a good girl, when he laughs at my jokes, even just when he tells me he loves me.
Because he's one of the most straightforward, truthful men I know around, I can count on him to give a honest remark, even a brash, insensitive one that would have hurt.
So you can only imagine how elated I was when he patted my head and said I was beautiful.
Because sometimes I don't know if I can live up to his standards. The standards he never did set, ones that I placed there myself.