Dad, I need to ask you something very personal, private and confidential.
Sure, son. 
Do you have the time and patience?
What are dads for if they don’t have patience or time for their own sons or daughters eh?

Good, now I want you sit and listen – then after I’m finished, you could tell what how or what to do.

Dad felt mighty elated. It filled his inside with pride that his young son, now twenty one, had finally started treating him as a confidant and ally – and secretly, he gloated too that his son had chosen him and not his mum to discuss his 'personal' problems. Mums have this strange way of handling kids, a way that makes them impossible for the kid to talk to anyone else, dads included. Why, she'd even been talked to into permitting this fellow to sport a ear-ring...gawd!!!They are referred to fathers only when it comes to demand for a raise in their allowance or signing on a red ink entry report card. 

So, what is the problem son? 
Says dad, pulling his chair close to the young man

Well, er, er, ah, ahem, you see dad, of late my heart goes a bit jumpy and wobbly and....

Aha, it also goes thumpthumpthump and does it palpitate uncontrollably?
Yes!

Does it send a shiver down your spine?

Do your senses tingle?
Yes, yes...
Does your breath come in short pangs?
Yes, dad

Do your palms go clammy and wet, and do your knees knock?

Yes indeed dad, that’s exactly what is happening

Well, son, congrats!!!!! You are in love – seeing someone secretly eh, you naughty boy?

Oh, dad, yes, yes, yes indeed.

Good ! Now tell me more about this secret love affair of yours? Says dad, leaning over.
Well, well…er, ahem……dad, you see, mmm…
The boy squirms in his seat and blushes, beet red.

C’mon, come on, remember we are friends here, just who is this mysterious ‘she’?

SHE?