We come back from the Father-Daughter dance worn out, so we decide to eat out at a restaurant. We order pizza and a cool drink, and after a while, a young lady serves us.
While we are eating, a woman walks in. She is wearing a black dress and high black heels. Her fair white skin looks very edible, and her lips are smeared in a red lipstick, and she is clutching a navy purse. My eyes shine as they land on her. I feel a strong desire for her, and my blood rushes and my heart beats faster when I look at her.

“Dad!” Mylah says, bringing me back to reality.

“Ye-yes Princess?” I respond, blinking and turning my attention back to my daughter.

“What are you thinking about?” she asks.

“Nothing,” I respond, lying.

“Old people are so weird,” she says, rolling her eyes.

“Hey, I am not that old,” I respond, laughing. “I am only thirty seven.”

“That is very old!” she says, giggling.

After a while, my eyes drift back to the classic and stylish woman. She is now sitting at a table for one, eating a salad and drinking white wine. I wonder if she will be full because that is hardly a meal.

Mylah follows my gaze, and when she sees me staring at the woman, she holds my hand. “Dad,” she says.

“Mylah?” I respond.

“You know it has always just been the two of us against the world, right?” she asks, and I nod in response. “Well, I would really appreciate it if it stayed that way,” she continues.

“Don’t you want siblings?” I ask, joking.

“No thanks, I am enough,” she responds, and then focuses back on her pizza.

After a while, my eyes wander aimlessly back to the woman, and this time, she looks up and catches me staring at her. Our eyes then meet, and she blushes and looks down.

“Dad, did you hear what I said?” Mylah asks.

“What?” I respond.

“I said I need to use the ladies. I will be back in five minutes, then we can leave,” she says, standing up.

After she leaves, I figure it is my chance to act. I then stand up, walk towards the woman, chat her up, and give her my numbers. She swears she will call me, and then gives me an easy peck on the cheek. I then rush back to my table and settle down, and as I catch my breath, Mylah appears, so we pay the bill and head home.

“I love you daddy,” she says before dozing off on the passenger seat.

I smile in response. “I love you too, Mylah,” I whisper.

Tell us: Do you think Mylah is fair for asking her father to remain single?