(Retro Note: K is now nearly 5. I started this this ‘sweet’ valentine four years ago. Still very valid.)
Dating as a single mom.
Hmm.
It’s actually a ridiculous idea.
I’m bemused by the people who insist that single parents should date. My son is 11 months old and not a fabulous sleeper.
So. When I have a babysitter and manage to take a shower and am rested enough to spend time away from home. I do NOT want to talk to a STRANGER and field questions about the nature of my relationship with the child's father. Yuck, yuck, yickety, yuck! I’ve been out on one date and the guy lost me with the question: So what’s the story with the father?
Answer: Well, the story is extensive and at this point I don’t really want to go into it.
Then, his mistake: “Well, anything could happen…I mean you could fall back in love with him.”
And…scene. We’re done.
Because, No. No. A million times no. And the long and involved explanation as to why that will never happen is not something I want to elucidate on my time off. It is the least fun, the least interesting and the least inspiring part of my life.
It’s about as riveting as talking about how you do sit-ups.
At that point my Strawberry French toast became the focus of my outing. It was divine
the French toast.
The blind date? Over-rated.
Besides, I don’t need to date.
I have started a relationship with three old friends:
Butter and Sugar and chocolate.
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