camping w emmas dad
I started dating this really cute girl named Emma that lived next door. She was my age, with long, red hair and an adorable hipster look. After a few weeks, her protective and kind of conservative father invited me camping, wanting to, “see what kinda man I am.” Expecting some sort of excursion, I was rather surprised when the bulk of our overnight trip consisted of sitting around the fire and drinking whiskey. I couldn’t imagine keeping up with Emma’s dad, who was pounding the Jack as we shot...