Steven: June 2006 Archives

After my divorce I went through the I-am-never-getting-married-again stage. It took a while but in time I came to my senses and realized that I could not hold every man accountable for the shitty way my marriage left me thinking and feeling. So then I stepped into the I-will-marry-again-one-day but it quickly transferred to the but-he-can't-already-have-kids subdivision, which quickly was upgraded to a-man-who-has-never-been-married-before department. I had convinced myself from observing those around me that I wanted NOTHING to do with baggage from a previous marriage. Mine was enough and I certainly didn't want to help tote anyone else's bags around. I was steadfast in my determination to not get involved with men who may have been married before and those who had children from previous marriage(s). I especially gave wide birth to those who had kids but had never felt they needed to marry the mother either. My pickiness good sense left extremely slim pickings in the single men category. That was perfectly okay with me. However it didn't take long to realize that most of those men were only interested in tiny blondes with big boobs and no sense at all. What was left wasn't much to write home about. It was my experience from those I met that women with children were not a top choice either but if you were only interested in some recreational sex then you were a red-hot commodity in the single world. No, thank you. You have to marry this cow if you want milk. I don't give nothin’ away. So being single again, with children, living in the boondocks, not putting out and not caring to be a Sometime Sunshine for a good ole boy, left me sitting at home a lot on Friday night date night. Saturday night, too, if you want the complete honest truth. Sunday nights as well if you want the brutal truth. Which really was no big loss to me anyway. I just hated the looks from other single people. I also hated the thoughts I could read on their faces with them thinking pathetic thoughts about me rarely having a date. That was okay, too. I would rather be dateless than stoop to the I'll-go-out-with-anyone-just-so-I-have-a-date that many of them did. I shiver thinking how low several stooped just to not be at home on a Friday or a Saturday night. There are a couple times I stumbled and didn't realize I stooped until it was far too late. I seriously hang my head in shame and hope to god no one ever finds out the complete details of those few times. I had had enough of all of the varying degrees of single men (and one who wasn't single but wanted to pretend he was) by the time I met Steven that a divorced man with a child from a preivous marriage wasn't such a taboo thing after all. Today that divorcee and this divorcee are the happy parents of a four month old baby boy. Steven, 4 months old today Life doesn't get much better. ***** There is breaking news on the internet this morning )and no it isn't that baby picture - let's move on from that old news). This is big news. This is beautiful news. OMG is she beautiful. And she has her own newspaper column. Go see. Go on. Oh. And it is her birthday. Go party. Happy Birthday, Lucinda! This is a big bonus day. Lucinda is posting on Mamarazzi today. Make sure you check her out.