I went out with a guy last night. We had a nice time, and have plans to go out again in a week or two. Here’s my stream of consciousness so far:
His job requires him to travel about 200 days a year. My immediate reaction:
“Fantastic! you won’t be around often enough to drive me batshit crazy and give me cause to hate you!”
Then, the creative (read: crazy!) side of my brain takes over and continues the thought with:
“But will our babies ever really know their daddy? Or will I end up like one of those pro-sports wives who do all the work, while their husbands just fly in and out and have a bitch in every city but bankroll a pretty nice lifestyle for me and I’m sleeping with the teenaged gardener anyway – except without the coolness of being married to a pro-athlete, and when the hell did my life become the bastard love child of Jerry Maguire and Desperate Housewives?”
Let’s just hope he doesn’t find my blog. I prefer to keep the crazy under wraps until at least the 3rd date.
babies?! wtf ? You’re talking about *dating*, not mating.
easy does it.
haha, no… no babies in the immediate future. with this guy or anyone else. i can’t even keep plants alive.
OMG, that’s funny.
Sorta.
LOL! If you were dating someone in a similar mindset to whom I’m in a relationship with, though, he’d be beaming at the thought that you were considering ‘all sides’ of this situation.
Personally… I had a travelling father. Um. Not so much. It stunk — We *never* saw the guy.
Well, you know what they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder…
Or maybe that’s absinthe. One or the other.
LOL, Donna! I’ll drink to that.
bahaha, this is hilarious 🙂 i love living through you when you go on these dates…