Transcript of conversation between my Dad and me:

Dad:  Hello?
Me:  It’s me.
Dad:  I got your letter…
Me:  and…
Dad:  As the British say,  "it’s not my cup of tea," but that doesn’t matter.  I still love you.  To be honest, when I saw the thick envelope, I thought you were writing to tell me you had failed out of Harvard.  I was a bit relieved when it was just the gay thing.  You’re a big boy, take care of yourself.  When are you coming to visit me again?

 
Note to self:  DON’T FAIL OUT OF HARVARD!