I've always been on the fence when it comes to kids. I love my friend's kids and I'm great with kids. But having my own? Well, that's a little bit of a commitment. So when it comes to dating a man with kids, it's just always been something I've avoided. Unfortunately, as I get older, this becomes more and more difficult.
So here we go. I went on a date with "this guy," he seemed very nice and I decided to just deal with the fact that he has a kid. I mean, it doesn't make him a bad person. In fact, it was nice to see him standing up and doing what was right. As dinner went on he spoke more and more about his kid. His child is so mature and intelligent and incredibly intuitive.
Ummmmm yeah, your kid is 2. How mature and intelligent could she really be? Is she filing your taxes for you this year? Hell, can she read? Hmmmm, guess she's not too intelligent and mature then is she? That's great you're involved, but do I need to know about dance lessons and vegetable gagging tendencies on the first date?
Boo. You fail.
Next.
