There was this girl named Amy that I was really into. She was in one of my upper division math classes (which usually had like 3 girls total). I was a nervous dater and it took huge courage to ask this girl out.

It was a double date to go cross country skiing at Soldier Hollow one Saturday. I knew that she was athletic and really wanted to go because we had talked after class before about cross county skiing. (Background: My father competed in biathlons when I was growing up and so I learned to cross country ski decently well myself). She was from Heber City, UT and had previously told me that she really wanted to try XC Skiing.

Off we go. It's an amazing date. She's beautiful and smart and funny and athletic, etc. and she seemed to have a blast. We go to this place called Dairy Keen for ice cream after skiing. In my naïve little brain, I'm thinking I've finally worked my way in to dating and then marrying this girl. The Golden Path is laid before me. This is the way.

While we're eating ice cream, she gets a text from her mom. They lived a short drive away and her mom wanted her to swing by the house to get some stuff to take back to the dweeby little brother in Helaman Halls or something.

So we go by the (expansive and expensive) house and get the stuff. I'm just standing there in the living room when someone starts coming up the stairs. It's Amy's dad. And he does not have on any clothes. Just some garments. Yep. I get that it's supposed to cover nakedness, but...mesh is a thing. I just stand there dumbly and he sees me and tries to play it off all cool. It was maybe only a few seconds, but it seemed like it was hours that we just stared at each other without blinking.

This dad then comes up and grabs my hand and proclaims "Russell!!!!!!!" (not my name) and then head locks me. "I almost didn't recognize you! You still wrestling?"

I have never wrestled in my life (except mission wrestling of course). This is a clear case of mistaken identity. (As an aside, those of you from Wasatch County know that wrestling is king there). But I have never wrestled in my life and I really don't want to grapple with a nearly naked dude in his 50s.

At this point, Amy and her mom come from the back room with a pile of blankets or something.

"Dad, what are you doing?" The dad releases me and realizes that he has no clue who I am.

The mom and Amy try to sort of apologize as the dad just stands there like the fool he is.

We go to the car and drive home in silence for like 20 minutes and then make some small talk about other things. I saw her after class the next week and we actually both had a pretty good laugh about her dad. But it kind of ruined the whole vibe in the end.

Amy's now married to a dentist (sorry TNT). A Yewt dentist. A filthy Yewt dentist who lives in Boise, ID and also cheers for the Donkey Yewts.

What could have been. Sorry your dad screwed your chance at a happy life Amy.