William was a bit skeptical about his son’s ability to be a husband.

He knew you were a sweet girl. But he also knew his son, and knew of his lavishing for new women and his insane ethic for throwing women out the window for the next few thing. You were different. You weren’t like all the other girls he reeled in. Unfortunately, he saw that, and his son didn’t.

He slept soundly in his studio apartment, clad in nothing but boxers and socks. He heard a loud knock which startled him out of his sleep, and he grabbed his glasses and stumbled out of bed. He opened the door and looked down to see you, sobbing and soaking wet. He knew his son had bailed on you, and he was apologetic. But…

He wasn’t all too mad you were on the dating scene, too.