The Question Continues

“Have you thought about my question, Brian?”
“I am not sure that I understand the question?”
“What’s to understand? Do you like my daughter?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Good what was so hard about that?”
“Duane is there a difference?”
Duane looked at me for a moment as if contemplating the answer. “It seems to me that people can love someone, but treat them poorly. However, it seems to me that people who like each treat them the way people should be treated. That’s why I asked.”
I thought about it a moment, but I guess my life experience hasn’t taught me that yet. I don’t want to learn it personally either.
“How did you and Melinda meet?”
Duane chuckled. It was nothing special. She was my sister’s roommate at college. My Mom wanted me to drop something off at her apartment. Monica wasn’t home. School had just started, so I hadn’t met her roommates yet. When Melinda answered the door I was speechless. You’ve seen the movies where the guy sees a cute and all of sudden can’t speak or move. That was me. I had to pick the jaw up off my floor. It was a good thing that Monica had family pictures on display or Melinda would have called the cops. After what seemed like an eternity I was able to gain enough wits about me to give whatever I had to Monica. Then I left. I was pretty sure that I had no chance whatsoever to get a date with her after my great first impression.