“I was seated at my desk, barely able to concentrate. I shifted papers, opened drawers, glanced out the window.
Shifted papers, opened drawers, glanced out the window.
Shifted papers … I felt like I was expecting an important phone call and was just trying to do something, anything, productive while waiting. But it wasn’t working. Neither was I.
Finally, my executive assistant informed me that the young man I’d been expecting was waiting for me in the lobby.”
—Dennis Rainey, Guarding Our Daughters’ Moral Purity
So begins Dennis Rainey’s first interview with a potential date for his oldest daughter. As someone who has just completed the first real interview with the boy my daughter wants to date I can confirm that it was more than he who had sweaty palms.