“Dad, I’m not the kind of girl who dates guys who go to jail!” (I was half kidding. 1. I’m not! 2. I know why he was arrested and he’s not the first of my friends to be arrested for unpaid speeding tickets. Meh. And I was supposed to take Defensive Driving in December and didn’t, so I really can’t judge.)

“You say that, but compare him to Vince.”

“Let’s not.”

“No, seriously. Would you rather date a Dave who’s gone to jail or Vince?”

“Dad, I get it. And you can say that for any guy I’ve dated and the answer will always be Dave, but . . .”

“You know, I think you’re right. I like Dave better than any of the guys you’ve dated. I like Dave better than ALL the guys you’ve dated put together!”

“And he’s in jail!”

“AND he’s in jail!”

“That’s going in the blog.”

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My dad also pointed out that the only other person in my family who’s been to jail is my MOM, which I’d forgotten about. Let the getting over myself commence.