The drought ended!
Or did it?
I was "favorited" by a man from Smyrna. Now "favorite" usually reeks of scammer, but since this one didn't "like" all my photos, another scammer flag, I checked out his profile. It didn't say much, but I thought he was cute, so out went my invitation to chat.
His response was a "wink" and with an email which contained the phrase "socially inept".
He must be an engineer! I respond with my whowhatwhenwhere which includes disclosure about my four kids.
This is what I got back.
"six children in my first marriage ...three step children and two more boys in my second marriage... I fathered... nine children ..."
Holy crap, Batman! That's (nine bio plus three step) 12 children!!! The only men I knew who had that many children were the religious home schoolers or the ones I jailed for non-support while serving child support district attorney, because it's hard to pay for that many kids.
But, even if he can afford them, that's a bunch of kids! That's a lot of people to track. And a lot potential bitching and moaning to hear about.
And there's more. I got back and do the math. Six kids in first marriage plus two in the second equals eight biological children. The "I fathered nine" minus "eight in two marriages" leaves one hiding in the bushes. What happened to him?
That's when the negative energy sank into the gut. Run, Janet, run! my body was screaming.
I was having a "maybe it's not as bad as it sounds" moment when I took it to the Ladies Office Lunch Bunch, my multi-generational focus group. There wasn't much debate. "Run, Janet, run!"
And then there was this sweet 20-something. What if there is a good and noble reason he has 12 children with one MIA. I mean, maybe he's a good father. How bad can 12 children be?
"I don't want to be a sounding board him for 12 children," said one of the 50+ somethings.
"Too many obligations," says another 50+ something.
"Run far, far away," says another 50+ something.
In other words, experience nine, inexperience one.
Next!
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