Trying to simplify
The daughter was the only survivor. He used his own body as a cushion for her.
Him: Holy shit.
Him: I see you doing something like that, Logan.
Me: Jesus Christ, let’s hope we never find out.
Him: Honestly, if women knew what kind of dad you were, they would beat your your door down.
Me: How do I tell people I’m a good dad?
Him: (laughing) Easy, just show them the kid.
I’m much more careful about who I introduce to him, though.
There was one blond, hazel-eyed girl who was one of the most dispassionately attractive women I ever dated.
But I kept my emotional distance from her because she made it clear that she too “didn’t mind” that I had a kid and definitely didn’t want any of her own.
Female friend: I think she’d meet the kid and fall in love with him. Everyone does.
Me: I can’t take that chance.
Her: Wait, so that’s it?
Me: Pretty much.
Even when I was in the height of my dating frenzy in my 30s, the paramount thing that I was looking for was someone that would be a good mother.
Ideally, someone that was also brilliant and hot as blazes was a close second but being a good mother came first. Because being a good mother/parent subsumes most of the other stuff I’m looking for.
Hot as blazes not withstanding (brilliant is subsumed under “good parent”).
Figure that’s worth waiting for. Everything else is just wasting time. Besides, I did it once before.
Plus, I actually have two acquaintances that are going through divorces right now because they married people that are not good mothers. Full-stop.
Both are pretty gutted about the whole thing – met one of the wives as well and thought she was pretty nice but we all have our three lives.
Him: I swear, she uses him as leverage against me and that’s all he’s worth to her.
Me: Are you sure you’re not exaggerating at all?
Him: I wish I was. I think maybe if the kid was white, it would be different…
Me: Holy crap, I didn’t even think about that!
Him: Yeah. Once her family got involved, it was over.
Me: (nodding) Oh man, I’ve been there before. If the family’s against you, you got zero chance.
Life is so complex these days. I wish there was some way to simplify it. Or maybe it’s me that making it so.
Him: Can I sit next to you?
Me: Sure. Why?
Him: (climbing up onto sofa) Cause you’re my papa!
Me: Well, alllrrriiight!
And now we switch pensive thoughts for some extreme violence: The above is Chad and me breaking down a little show called Squid Games.
Definitely don’t watch if you haven’t seen it yet since it’s chock fulla spoilers.
Man, did we have fun shooting that episode…
Location: on a couch with some homemade ramen and the kid
Mood: forgetful but happy
Music: they told me I don’t need to worry (Spotify)
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