I had a disappointing night. I went to Game 7, only to watch the Caps lose to the Flyers in overtime. And then on metro, on a crowded train on the way home, some lady inadvertently grabbed my boob when reaching for the pole. I can only imagine what the look on my face was like.
Then I got a call from my brother. He told me that my dad went on a date tonight. With a woman he met on J-Date.
I am trying to be okay with it. I understand that my dad is bored and lonely in a big empty house with no one to talk to. But dating? It just seems too soon to me. Everything is still so raw.