Coming Out To My "Daddy"

I worked with a man who is obsessed with me. He treated me different, ran interference, maneuvered to get me a promotion, made sexual remarks, and he touched me a lot. A friend from my side of the tracks told me I needed to let him know, very gently, I wasn't available , my life was in a different lane. But very gently, having him in my corner was the reason I had the most fulfilling job and got paid really, really well.

After a lot of discussions, talks, we agreed I would take him to lunch, to Audrie's, a lady's place. Quiche and white wine, where ladies met ladies. After a morning meeting I asked him to take me to lunch. Not totally out of character, he was always available when it came to lunch.

At the restaurant I said hi to the hostess, she took us to our table in the middle of the room. I said hi to our server, hi to this lady, and another one. It was all set up. When the opportunity came my friend who helped set it up came over and I introduced him as my 'dad'. She was so excited for me that my dad took me for lunch.

Several girls in on the plan walked over to say hi, so he could see I was in my element. With my hand on his I told him, gently, this is where I came to meet other ladies that were looking for that very special kind of love. Hmmm , 'I'm not so sure that's good for you', he said.

I needed to drive it home, my friend walked over and kissed me on the mouth, 'Daddy, this is Hannah, my very special one'.

Well, it backfired all over the place, I got a lecture in the car, 'not my idea of what's best for you'. But the Daddy part he loved, that I'm his very own, his special girl, the one he loves. Hannah's ok, as far as those things go, but remember, 'you have a Daddy that loves you'.

I do.