-my Dads Hot Girlfriend- 09-26-2016 Dani Daniel... Info

That was the moment I stopped seeing my dad’s hot girlfriend and started seeing Mira.

The first time I saw her, I tripped over the dog. Not a graceful stumble—a full-on, face-plant-into-the-coffee-table, kibble-scattering disaster. Because my dad, the man who wore socks with sandals and clipped coupons for canned tuna, had somehow landed her .

She touched my shoulder—brief, sisterly. Then she picked up a dish towel and threw it at my face. “Now dry faster. You’re useless.” -My Dads Hot Girlfriend- 09-26-2016 Dani Daniel...

Her name was Mira. She was thirty-two, eleven years younger than him, with dark curly hair that smelled like coconut and sea salt. She laughed when I fell—not meanly, but warmly—and helped me up as if I were a toddler who’d just learned to walk. “You must be Leo,” she said. “Your dad talks about you constantly.”

“You just what?” She turned off the faucet, dried her hands slowly. “Think I’m some kind of homewrecker? A gold digger? Your dad’s midlife crisis?” That was the moment I stopped seeing my

Then came the night of September 26, 2016.

She laughed softly. “Leo, I’m not with your dad for his money—he drives a 2003 Corolla. I’m with him because he’s kind. And because he held my hand at my brother’s funeral last year, even though we’d only been dating three weeks.” Because my dad, the man who wore socks

Sometimes the most awkward beginnings make the clearest endings.