I have finally escaped the clutches of the dread living-with-my-father. Having a house to myself is very nice.
Let me give you just one example of the type of crap I no longer have to put up with. Once, I'm in my room with my girlfriend. We're off on the far side of the room on the bed... nothing happening, yet. My dad walks in and sits down next to the door at my computer (the only computer in the house), and proceeds to start checking his email, clearly thinking I'm not home.
I give him a stern *ahem*, and he looks up, and asks "Oh, sorry! Am I interrupting anything?" to which I reply tersely "Not yet." He then proceeds back to the computer with, "Oh ok, good. I'll just be a minute."
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I should note that I am 21 and have had many girlfriends over a number of years, so this wasn't one of those "I'll feign igorance to impede their sexual activity" gigs.
Let me give you just one example of the type of crap I no longer have to put up with. Once, I'm in my room with my girlfriend. We're off on the far side of the room on the bed... nothing happening, yet. My dad walks in and sits down next to the door at my computer (the only computer in the house), and proceeds to start checking his email, clearly thinking I'm not home.
I give him a stern *ahem*, and he looks up, and asks "Oh, sorry! Am I interrupting anything?" to which I reply tersely "Not yet." He then proceeds back to the computer with, "Oh ok, good. I'll just be a minute."
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I should note that I am 21 and have had many girlfriends over a number of years, so this wasn't one of those "I'll feign igorance to impede their sexual activity" gigs.