The family took a skiing trip to Mammoth. I was 11 years old (which would make my dad close to the age of 50) and it was good times. My older siblings came and they skied with one another. My mom and younger brother kicked it at the condo. My dad skied with me. On our last run of the day he ate it pretty bad. A woman who seemed to be about 30 years old stopped to see if he was OK and helped him up. That is literally all that happened. No other words exchanged. No stolen glances. Let me tell you what the rest of my trip sounded like, "That lady wanted me so bad...it was embarrassing how she was throwing herself at me...I am a happily married man it is so difficult with woman fawning all over me all the time...that must have been hard for you to see... etc etc etc."
Another example takes place at my grandmother's 90th birthday party. I did not get to experience this one first hand. My brother-in-law is super entertained by my father. What he chose to do at the birthday party is follow my dad around to witness his activities. Gary would then find us and report the good one-liners we were missing. Gary ran to us, barely able to speak because he was laughing at what he had beheld. My dad, as always, was helping with the party. Making sure the food was stocked, seeing if everything was clean. While standing at the buffet, my aunt's friend came down the line filling her plate. My father quickly grabbed a banana and put it in his front shirt pocket. He then leaned in and said to her, "Is that a banana in my pocket, or am I just happy to see you?" (My mother's response to this was a beautifully timed sigh and simultaneous eye roll. Amazing.)
I know that each of my siblings has experienced our father's "Don Juan Attempts." We all find them super entertaining while my mom finds them annoying (which, lets be honest, only makes them MORE entertaining!)
