I've Got No Game

My game is officially lost and my rhetorical mojo is toast. Any free flowing and carefree conversation I've ever had with a girl is now long forgotten, along with my confidence to do so.

You see, I have a 14-year-old daughter. I have never, ever (ever!) felt so uncool, nor have I been reminded just how monumentally uncool I am, than when I'm with my baby girl.

Friends tell me that this will all succumb to the law of Shakespeare; this too shall pass.

Not soon enough, I can assure you.

Let the word go forth to the god of gender irony that I am eternally humbled.