She sat across the table from me and said “I told my father not to treat me like one of his girlfriends.” The sentence hit me like a slap in the face. I was singing from the same songbook and for the purpose of this blog I’m going to call it the ‘rolling stone papa blues’ song. I don’t know what the melody would sound like so don’t ask but the emotion it evoked was exactly the same. Rejection. There are so many women I know that had non-committal fathers, but who needs a dad right? The mothers will still be there and I’m sure will do an excellent job by themselves. That’s until their beautiful daughters grow up and ask themselves “what did I do wrong?” Of course, I didn’t ask myself that question but I did wonder why dad wasn’t completely ‘present’ in more than one sense of the word.