Heather and I were sitting there, having fun and great conversation; we were getting to know one another and she was so pretty. In between sips of my bourbon, Heather says, “So, let's see, I've bounced around between the coasts and I'm here because my 2 year old keeps me here; my son, you see.” Wait. Whaa? Your son?
Now, I should back up. Yet another gal I met online. A nice girl, very pretty and very congenial and pleasant to talk to. I sent her a note and we took things from there. I should mention that nowhere did she mention that she had a child. On top of that I tend to filter out the mothers in my search. Nothing wrong with a single mother in the least, they're fuckin great, that's just not what I'm looking for. In all honesty, I shouldn't have found this kind person and nothing should have happened.
We wasted each others' time.
Why was that date a waste of time? I suppose it's not a waste of time, per se. But it's definitely not something I'm in the market for. It's well documented on this site, you see. In any case, the date shouldn't have happened.
So, I think if you gots the kids, then you should let people know about them. That is, if you have a kid that you are for, then you're kind of obliged to tell potential suitors about your bundle of happiness. Though, I think we could extend this cover other interesting personal factoids as well. DUIs, prison stints, inflammatory STDs and the list could go on and on… This isn't by any means bad, but if there's something to be said for not wasting your time…
The person that's going to fall for you isn't going to care whether you have kids, are a burning case of the dreets; they'll love you as you are and all that stuff you're carrying with you. Why hide these things?
I mean, why would you want to go out with someone who isn't going to be on board with the things you have going on in your life? Fuck em. They don't deserve you anyway. So just be up front, put your laundry up there, give the world a middle finger and see who's left. Chances are it's someone who's worth a damn and thinks you are, too.