03-20-10

Glass Half Broken

Dating as a single mom– not nearly as fun as it maybe perhaps was before (was it? Ever?). You still have those delicious love drunk moments where the world only revolves for the sheer pleasure of the two of you basking in each other’s presence. Only now the earth lurches to a sudden halt the moment the other person realizes you’re packing… Lunch boxes and diaper bags as opposed to heat.

Then again I guess pulling kids on a guy is a lot like pulling a gun on a person: the opportunity to scurry, tail between legs, whining into oblivion never looked as intoxicating to a person as it does once you find yourself dropped into Easter Bunny day with a pair of hopped up gluten (thanks to the ex) fiend preschoolers.

I don’t blame you. We are all more accepting of certain situations, just like there are dog and cat people, there are kid people too. I, for instance, am not a dog person. Ask anyone who knows me and they’ll tell you: it’s the smell. And it seems like every single guy has one, like they gave up on bitches of the human variety and went for a more managable medium. If I pet your dog, awesome. If I curl up with ‘em: you’re in. If I let him kiss me on the mouth and buy him presents then you’re fucking golden, and if you tell anyone: you’re a deadman :).

What it boils down to is accepting the situation at hand, and eventually it grows on you, you grow from it and you become…drumroll… A better person in the end (which is easily the point of any relationship into which one enters).

All I’m sayin’ is… Before you are so quick to judge, ask yourself “what is the other person accepting of me?”