Were You Hypnotized When You Made Children?

Handsome - check.
Wow factor - check.

He looked good on-line, even knew how to spell and engage in pleasant conversation. All good.
He complimented me. I him.
No glitches. 

Learned that he was an entertainer and law school grad. 
Looks, education, risk taker.  I like it so far.


Then the slight delay in the flow of dialogue happened.
What the?
I've learned to read it as a red flag.

Then BAM. 

I was right.

I have three kids, 14, 16 and 18. 

Have you thought of just being a Dad for four more years and concentrating on your career?

Kids definitely require a lot of time and love. However, they are mostly self-sufficient at this point, and I only have them 50% of the time. I think we have unlimited love to give others.

Yeah whatever.  Where's the mom?

A block away.

Gee great, I'm thinking.  His ex-lover is practically within erection distance.  My last boyfriend's ex were all dead. Much preferred. 

He continues....But my kids are definitely my priority.

And they should be, I answered.  But so is a relationship and you helped break apart a family. This is where I get on my high horse and start thinking opinions about others without empathy. My parents stayed married. There were four of us.  Mom didn't believe in divorce. Dad didn't believe in standing up for himself.  Mom believed in obesity.  Dad believed in adultery.  Enough said.

All that was behind the scenes.  Kids just do their own thing. Keep the yelling at each other to a minimum and build a closet in which to fire insults.  Stay married. Did anyone kill each other? Try to?  Did you have to call the cops, an attorney or a medical doctor?

Stay together until they're out of college, I say.

So I responded back to him with a let's-keep-in-touch note, implying that the timing wasn't right.

One never knows when one needs to hire a stage hypnotist.





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