(And no, I’m not talking about my dad.)
The more astute readers amongst you might have guessed that Monday’s post wasn’t actually about “my friend.” It was—surprise, surprise—about me. And The Wedding Date. And the fact that I’m meeting his kids for the first time tonight.
For those of you just tuning in, The Wedding Date is my boyfriend; we met at a wedding back in July (hence the name) and after several months of “fieldwork” he finally asked if I was ready to end my “experiment.”
Seeing as my “experiment” consisted of registering for three online dating sites simultaneously (and dating 30 men in the course of a year in an attempt to figure out what I’d been doing wrong), it was a perfectly valid question. We had, after all, just flown to Boston together and six months had elapsed since we first met.
Fortunately, we’d got the sticky subjects out of the way early on our first date: I was writing a blog about online dating (and was sort-of seeing someone in Pittsburgh at the time) and he, despite being only a few years my senior, had kids.
I don’t think I heard the next ten words out of his mouth. We were eating dinner at Cuba Libre in Old City and I remember just sitting there smiling politely on the outside to hide the fact that on the inside, my brain was shouting “KIDS! KIDS? KIDS???”
It’s not that I don’t like kids—I have nearly 200 students under my charge this year—but I’m 26. I’ve never dated anybody with kids before. I used to get messages from men with kids all the time on Match.com but I never responded (except to say, “No thanks and best wishes,” because really, what business did I, a self-confessed serial dater, have dating anybody with children?)
I picked at my guacamole until there wasn’t any guacamole left and then excused myself to the restroom so I could text one of my girlfriends from grad school.
“He has KIDS!!!” I punched into the phone. “KIDS!!!!”
She freaked out, I freaked out and I remember thinking, “There is NO way I can deal with this.” But I agreed to a second date, and then a third, and on that third date I asked the man in question to accompany me to a friend’s wedding in Boston and he—brave soul that he is— said “yes.”
So here I am, several months later: T-11 hours until I make my debut as “dad’s new girlfriend.”
I’m worrying about what to wear, what to say, how to act and, most of all, whether or not I’ll be able to remember their names. I’ve heard them a hundred times and I’ve seen pictures but whenever I’m involved in introductions of any kind, my brain just shuts off and I say things like, “This is my roommate from college, ummm…. Sorry. You know that I do actually know your name, right?”
Hopefully it won’t come to that tonight. And hopefully I won’t totally suck at bowling or ski ball or laser tag or whatever The Wedding Date has planned…
PS: Check out the South Philly Review for a lovely little write up about Yours Truly 
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