I had the fantasy in my head that a lot of heterosexual, child-wanting women probably have: I’ll date someone single and unattached, we’ll get married, and pump out a couple of squirts together. It’s not that I thought there was anything wrong with dating someone who had already been married and/or mated. My mother is my father’s second marriage and he came with three children as part of the package.
But I thought my mom and dad’s story had been really anamolous. A union like theirs was abnormal when I was a kid; there weren’t a lot of blended families out in the suburbs when I was growing up. Today, though? With the divorce rate being what it is? Divorcées with a kid or two are all over the dating pool.
So, never in a million years did I think I would fall for a divorced guy with two kids. And even though it had never occurred to me to dive into that end of the dating pool before, I’m cool with it. I love kids. I’ve wanted kids of my own since I was a little girl pushing around my dolls in strollers. (In fact, Le Ex-Boyfriend’s lack of interest in having children was one of the reasons I tossed him to the curb.) That O’Boyfriend is an engaged, responsible father who has actually been to the American Girl Store of his own volition is attractive to me.
The question is: when is the right time to meet the little critters? Keep reading »