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High school was the beginning of my life as a generic father-in-training. It’s something I embrace.
It’s an identity that is only bestowed upon those who live a more mature and laid back degenerative lifestyle. My girlfriend has even begun to call me out on my “dad-isms,” and quite honestly, as long as I’m not an actual father any time soon, I enjoy it.
As I scrolled through my Twitter feed yesterday, dodging Kathy Griffin tweets and an endless story about a crazy ex-girlfriend, I came across this tweet from Lindsay Joy.
Now, there isn’t much on Twitter that any civilized human should aspire to be, but this Craigslist ad was different. It ignited a fire inside of my soul. This is who I was meant to be. I am a future generic grill dad.
Just look at this specimen of a dad. The no-logo Wal-Mart sweatshirt, the solid khaki shorts, and the awkward half-smile pose he’s putting on for the camera just makes for what should be a museum exhibit. He is the dream.
Even their required list of “dad” topics is nothing short of perfection.
I don’t want to grow old just yet. There are still a few years of mistakes left in my system, but when that day eventually comes, I will be this dad. Book it. .
Image via Twitter