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i have often said that if i were my own parent, i would assume i was on drugs. afterall, how many times has the following scenario happened:
"where are you going?"
"nowhere in particular, around the neibourhood."
"who are you doing with."
"no one in particular."

well, fortunatley, my father has more faith in me than that. he doesn't assume i'm out on the streets getting high: he assumes i'm in some boy's house, getting laid.
i am reminded of one occasion in particular. i had gone over to see josh, not too long after we had broken up. about two minutes after i left the house, josh mansfeild telephoned for me.
when i come back home, the first thing my dad says is "you were with josh, weren't you!" i was shocked senseless, and trying hard to hide it while saying, no daddy, of course not. of course, when i realized it was the wrong josh, i thought it was all very funny.

similarly, last sunday i was at josh's house, and i called my dad to say when i'd be home. i say i'm at some (female) friend's house, hanging out.
"are you making out with boys are this friend's house?"
"ok, sure dad."
when i mentioned the hour that i was planning to be home, he burst into this huge i-don't-want-you-out-kissing-boys thing.
"what boys, dad!?!?! that's just something you made up!"