Like Son, Like Father

(Our 3,000th post!)

Story Sent in by Laura:

A little less than halfway through my date with Aidan (we had lunch at an outdoor cafe at a nearby zoo), he excused himself. When he came back he said, "I don't think we're a good match. But I know someone you'd be perfect for, so he's on his way."

It was unexpected, as everything had seemed to be fine. I didn't know a thing about this friend, so I said, "I'm sorry to hear that. Maybe we should cut our losses and part ways."

"No. You don't get how perfect for this guy you are. Trust me."

I figured why not. Aidan's phone rang, he answered it, and when he was off the call, he told me, "Change of plans. We're going to meet him at a bar. Come on."

We left the zoo in our separate cars and went to a nearby sports bar. When we arrived, Aidan introduced me to a well-dressed guy who looked to be about 50 or so. I was 25.

Aidan said, "Laura, this is Ken. My father."

Ken kissed my hand. I was polite, but I asked Aidan where the guy was, who he had wanted me to meet.

Aidan said, "This is he. My dad. I think you guys will hit it off."

"I hope so!" Ken said, then slapped Aidan on the back and the two of them laughed.

I backed toward the door and said, "I don't think so. See you."

Aidan took a few steps toward me and said, "I don't think you'll be leaving. Wait 'til you see what our boys did to your car."

I left that moment to return to my car, turned it on, and drove away. Nothing at all seemed to be wrong with it, and I have no idea what Aidan was talking about. Since then, even though this happened a while ago, I avoid driving by that bar.