Daddy gang, welcome back to another Sunday session with your father. I am so excited to be back

with you guys and to spend this lovely, lovely Sunday, just you and me. I woke up this morning

to probably one of the best texts that a girl can get from one of her single girlfriends. It was a screenshot

of the conversation my friend was having with the guy that she recently started seeing. And she

asked me, what should I say? Now, this type of shit is my Super Bowl.

Like in this moment, I'm fucking stretching.

I'm warming up my thumbs.

I'm asking for more screenshots.

I'm like, send me more context.

Send me all the things like, I'm setting up a game plan in this moment.

This is the shit I fucking love.

Like, do we want him to ask you out again? Right? Like,

I'm setting the scene of like, what do we want to this? Right? Like, do we want to start sexting in

this moment? Do we need a one-liner to kind of put him in his place? Like, what exactly is our

objective here? And all my friends know I fucking love this shit. So I'm always the person that

they ask for this advice. Basically, he had asked her what her plans were for the weekend. So what she needed was for

us to kind of craft the perfect answer that made her sound not too available, but it still left

a little room for him to like ask her out on another date.

And after a few texts back and forth, we successfully secured my friend a Sunday brunch date.

And I am now on standby, ready to go for the next texting round.

Sunday morning, Father's Colin.

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