Dynamite's Diary - 11th February 2022

Dad's still complaining about the whole business with Steve. He's been moaning about it nearly all of the week. Every single day in fact. It's gotten to the point in which it's just downright exasperating and not something to chuckle about anymore.

"It'll be a cruel, cruel Valentine's Day for you if he cocks it all up," he was grumbling this morning. "It's not gonna go anywhere, I'm telling you that."

"What do you mean? Steve's a real sweetheart. He wouldn't try and mess things up like that."

"Oh sure, he's a real dreamboat alright. That's exactly what I thought about your mother when we first met and look how that turned out."

Oh he ALWAYS goes on about Mom. He cannot stand her. He makes her out to be this demonic ice queen who would make anyone run a mile, but she's nothing really like that. Sure, she can be really insensitive at times, isn't great with empathy (she once laughed when I got my hand stuck in a Chinese finger trap) and loves to go on about herself, but she's no demon.

"Dad, it'll be fine. As you said before, we were already dating when we were ten and we're still together. I highly doubt that he'll end up like that."

Dad just let out a mighty "hmph". "Times change, y'know." And then he just left to head off to the nearby gun rally. So I just decided to abandon any talk about it with him for the rest of the day and head off to school.

That said, Dad did have a worried look on his face when he looked back at me as I was heading out. Not sure why. Thinking about it, a similar thing happened on Tuesday where he was looking all anxious whilst I was talking with Steve on the phone, and then went back to throwing a strop when I noticed.

Sorting out my bedroom hasn't been going too well either this week. I tried looking up the flooring I needed, but it's ridiculously expensive. So are the flat-screen TV and sofa that I want. Dad's pretty much dirt poor when he's not receiving his work money and even Mom doesn't have that much. I even tried looking up looking up discount prices on my phone today but even they were pretty flash.

So I guess I'll have to pony up the money myself if I want all this stuff. Given that I already risked getting in trouble with the law with that whole Kinsey business, pulling off a bank robbery probably isn't in the cards. I'll probably have to find a part-time job or set up some sort of neighborhood business.

On the bright side, at least Steve and I have agreed on where to have our date. It's at this pizza restaurant on the outskirts of the city, so we'll both be able to make it there in no time. Plus, I hear that they make AMAZING hot fudge sundaes there. I hope Dad doesn't find out about it though. He'll just bust in there to intimidate Steve and make a fool out of me.

But apart from those hiccups, the date's still happening! Only three days to go and I'm so excited!!! :D

Let's hope Dad doesn't spoil things on the night.