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Wanted a Baby. . .Yesterday

As mentioned in my previous post “Wanted A Wife. . .Yesterday,” it perplexes me how turned off I am when a man makes his true intentions known too early. Take Baby Daddy for instance. . .

Baby Daddy sent me a simple, polite first message over Match.com. A few days later I replied with a similar response. Baby Daddy’s second message was “So, what’s with your ‘not sure’ opinion on having kids?” If you have never used Match.com, one of the questions on the profile questionnaire is if you have/want children. Obviously,based on what you have already read, I stated “not sure.”

I gave Baby Daddy the same reason Carrie Bradshaw gave Aleksandr Petrovsky on Sex and the City: “I’m 38.”

Baby Daddy’s reply is still a source of laughter among friends and co-workers. He stated he definitely wanted children and wanted to know if I would be open to In Vitro Fertilization. Mind you, I did not say I could not have children. Just simply pointing out I am approaching the age when I truly am not sure if I want children simply because it could put the child at a disadvantage.

I did not know how to respond, therefore, I never did respond.

Am I too critical of men who speak openly so soon? OR, did Baby Daddy go too far too soon?

Perhaps Baby Daddy should read the following article, filled with harsh realities about being an older father, from the Minneapolis Star Tribune written by #TimGihring



Should Age Matter?

I have recently encountered two situations pertaining to this very question. For years I have told myself “whether you fancy the man or not, take the compliment and know there is someone who finds you appealing.” Why, then, do I struggle with this coping mechanism when it comes to the elusive age gap?

About a month ago I met The German (name explanation forthcoming!) and we decided to meet for brunch on a Saturday afternoon. He told me he was forty-six years old. Honestly, he could pass for younger. Took care of himself physically. Balding, but not surprised considering his age. Had all of his teeth, at least the ones visible when smiling. Then came the blitzkrieg of information. His father was a veteran of World War II. In fact, his father met his mother while stationed in Germany (get the nickname reference!?).

Admittedly I suck at math. But, as a self-proclaimed history dork, I knew something was amiss. World War II ended in 1945. That is a full seventy years ago! In addition, when I asked about his short term and long term goals, The German laughed and promptly changed the subject.

Upon exiting the restaurant, we agreed to a second date, even though my sixth sense was screaming. About an hour after the date, The German called me.

He stumbled over his words.  I finally told him “It’s OK, just speak.” The German started by explaining “I’m an honest guy. . .” and immediately I knew he was going to admit to lying about his age (doesn’t that contradict his “honest guy” stance???). Then I thought to myself “He’s fifty-two.” A few seconds later, “I’m fifty-two.” Nailed it!

I was at a loss for words and just simply thanked The German for being honest. The next day I text him saying our age difference is too much. My paternal GRANDFATHER was a World War II veteran. My dad is nine years older than The German. His short term plan was retirement. I just couldn’t grasp the idea of dating someone fourteen years older than me.

On the opposite side of the spectrum. This past week a twenty-nine year old attorney has been messaging/texting me. If there are any men reading, why would a twenty-nine year man be interested in a thirty-eight year old woman? This situation, also, doesn’t feel right.

To be continued 🙂

Perhaps I should take advice from Huffington Post’s Amancay Tapia @amancaytapia


Suicidal Journalist

I have a propensity to give my dates descriptive names once I realize a relationship is not meant to be. This particular man obtained his nickname by combining an unfortunate event in his life and his occupation. Here’s the story. . .

I met the Journalist on Match.com. He reached out to me first via message. After exchanging a few messages we decided to exchange phone numbers. After a few texts and one phone call, we decided to meet in person. We went bowling and drinks on our first date. I found the evening enjoyable and fun. The Journalist had a great sense of humor, easy to talk to and aesthetically pleasing to the eyes. While having drinks, I noticed a tattoo on his right forearm. There was a date, a recent date. When I inquired about the significance of the date the Journalist replied “That’s for a third or fourth date conversation.” That’s settled, I was definitely going on a second and third date with this guy. What can I say; I’m innately curious!

Second date, the Journalist and I attended a hockey game and had drinks afterwards. By this point I was realizing there wasn’t any chemistry between us. But, it was only the second date and now my friends and co-workers were on the sidelines waiting to hear the story of the tattoo.

Third date, we met at a local brewery. We talked for awhile and it was even more apparent the Journalist was going to end up in the Friend Zone. Just no chemistry. No spark. Or, as Carrie Bradshaw said, “no stomach flip.” Finally, when I was ready to leave, for good, I asked to know the story behind the date on his tattoo. My good readers, here it is. . .

The Journalist was married, had two daughters. Following the divorce, his wife was granted custody of the children. Shortly after the divorce he began dating a woman in another city. When he thought the relationship was getting serious he asked the woman to move to be closer to him. She declined. This led to a suicide attempt with the help of good friend Jim Beam and prescription medication. He woke up in the hospital the next day. That is the date tattooed on his forearm. Remember when I said it was a recent date?

Aside from knowing I was not interested in furthering our relationship, I was now convinced this man was too fragile for me. Yes, divorce and rejection are extremely stressful. Life is stressful. All our lives we are told there are trials and tribulations. Peaks and valleys. Good times and bad times. Lemons needing to be turned into lemonade. Whatever cliche` you prefer. This man clearly wasn’t interested in making lemonade. He didn’t want to go to trial. This woman needs a man who can face adversity like David, like Rosa Parks, like the Tuskegee Airmen.

And, from time to time, knows how to make lemonade.

This, by far, was not the worst of the dates I have experienced. In fact, for some hysterical online dating debacles, check out this Buzzfeed article by Spencer Althouse: http://www.buzzfeed.com/spenceralthouse/i-will-be-single-forever#.wwAvVpMn6.