Finding the things we look for
Forgot to mention that, while I was at my in-laws last week, we got onto the topic of how many pushups I could do in one minute.
I’d never tried to figure it out before so I cranked out about 60 in 45 seconds, but those last 15 seconds were agonizing. Agonizing.
I could only get out 19 more; try as I might, I could NOT get to 70 before my muscles gave out.
Which they did and I collapsed onto the floor. My son – god love him – was disappointed:
Him: For god’s sake, get up!
Me: (breathing heavily) Everyone’s a critic…
That’s my boy, folks.
During one of our late-night outings with copious amounts of legal pharmaceuticals, the Firecracker and I started playing a game of “Never have I ever.”
Gotta say, dating someone from the south is entertaining on so many levels.
Her: You’ve never been to a field party?
Me: I don’t even know what that is.
Her: It’s a party. In a field. With a bonfire.
Me: I figured out the first part on my own.
Her: My favorite one was on Moo Cow Lane.
Me: That’s not a real place.
Her: (laughing) Yes, it is!
So many levels.
On a different, but related, note. There are also lots of unexpected perks to dating another parent.
For example, she and her son came by the other day for a playdate. They’re close in age so they get along well.
Unfortunately, in the middle of it, my kid tapped me on the shoulder and said that he didn’t feel well. I figured he was just tired but then he said he had a sore throat so I gave him some Tylenol.
Her: Take his temperature.
Me: Not a bad idea, ok, hold on. (later) Shoot. 103.
Her: OK, we should go.
It was impressive, I gotta say, how her maternal instincts kicked in.
Tthought about that woman I briefly dated that said that she didn’t mind that I had a kid.
That woman and I got along great for the few times we saw each other but once she said that, I lost all interest.
Chatted with a buddy about it a few days after I ended it.
Him: Your kid’s so great, I’m sure she woulda come around.
Me: (shaking head) I couldn’t take that chance. My kid’s made of awesome; anyone who wouldn’t want someone like him in her life, I wouldn’t want in mine.
Him: (shrugging) Well, hopefully you’ll meet someone you like.
Me: I will. We all find the things we look for, good or bad, one way or another.
Location: this evening, running into two of the kid’s teachers from when he was a kid just off Broadway
Mood: potentially sick
Music: always been the weird one out, fucking up that little town (Spotify)
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