As Ken and I walked the dogs this morning, we started talking about fathers--specifically the role they play in daughters' lives. And I asked him if I'd ever told him The Sex Talk Story. Much to our mutual surprise, he said no. I had not.
Anyhoo! This is how it all went down. I was maybe fourteen or so, sitting in the family room when my dad showed up and said, "I've got something to tell you." I was all yeah? What is it? Let's get this over with so I can keep doing a whole lot of nothing. So he said, "Guys will give love to get sex. Girls will give sex to get love. I'm here to tell you you don't have to give sex. Okay?" Then he left abruptly and I went EW! DON'T EVER SAY THE WORD SEX IN FRONT OF ME AGAIN!
In retrospect I realize how difficult it was for my dad to share that bit with me. In retrospect I also realize he did it because he wanted me to feel like I didn't have to put out just so some male WOULD love me. I already had a father who did. A good one.