Me: Saw some old pictures of dad. He was a pretty good looking man back then.
Her: I don’t know what’s I should be more worried about. That you though a man was good looking or that it was your dad.
*cue hour long argument about how I can compliment men*
*with sprinkles of “even if I was gay, what business of it is yours?”*
I’ve been thinking about this exchange for several weeks now. I still don’t know what to make of it.
I guess just normalize men complimenting other men? I think we all need it.
My dad enjoyed the compliment and reminiscing about his past. It was a real bummer to have that marred by such a stupid argument. Really wish I didn’t have to defend *checks notes* being nice to my dad.
Oh, the “her” was my mom. Which is... worse?
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