Dating....with children?

First things first: I hated the Matthew McConnaughey nickname.  And one of my favorite joys of this whole dating process is coming up with new nicknames for my datees.  So!  Matthew McConnaughey, OUT, Funions, in.  It's fun to say, Funions (the man) is fun, it works.

These are fun.

Funions and I had our first date last night.  (Try saying that 3 times fast.)  We almost did not, thanks to his tardiness, however.  Now, I am chronically late myself so I figure this was just karmic payback but really?  I drove 20 miles south to his neck of the woods, and he was 22 MINUTES LATE.  I was exactly 8 minutes away from walking back to my car and driving back home, all dressed up with nowhere to go.  He WAS texting me and apologizing, but something felt off.

Finally, he arrived.  Skinnier than I expected but I was in 3 and a half inch heels and he was still taller than me so at least he was as tall as he promised.  Hey, it's the little things.  I really wanted to be little miss breezy "Oh you were late?  Who noticed?  I am so laid back and easy going I'm like the fiber of life."  But god, I just could.  not.  help.  myself.

"OK so what HAPPENED?"

Yes, these were my first words after the exchanging pleasantries.  He hemmed, he hawed, he said he didn't want to start the date off on this note, but I waited expectantly and didn't let him worm his way out of it.

And thus, the first bomb of the evening was dropped: he has a 3 year old daughter and the baby sitter was late, hence his lateness.

Oh boy.

I am still not entirely convinced that I want children of my own, so I am not sure how I feel about someone ELSE'S children.  But, in keeping with the preaching of my dating bible (keep an open mind, no one is perfect) I gulped down some wine instead of running out the door.

And I'm glad I stayed.  I actually ended up staying til 12:30, which is WAY past my bedtime.  We had some wine, we cracked some jokes, and then we went back to his place and snuggled on the couch for a bit.

New experience: snuggling and hearing a 3 year old coughing in the other room.  *gulp*

A child is a curly dimpled lunatic,
LL