Happy Mother's Day

OK, my life is turning into a sad sitcom.

Today, I went to visit my mother, it being Mother's Day and all. It was a moderately pleasant time--helping my parents transplant a couple shrubs in their small yard and catching up on stuff. My mother and I had a nice political discussion about issues going on right now in the news and all was good.

That is until she excitedly informed me that she found something for me: information about a singles group in town. She then rummaged around, looking for the small brochure. I told her that I was not interested at all in a group where people got together with the sub-text of "Hey, who can I f*ck here?"

She didn't seem to understand. I pointed out that I didn't want to deal with people who either lie about or gloss over who they really are because they have the goal of playing a game of sorts where the end-goal is a hook-up. She sort of started understanding. I thanked her for her efforts, but told her I would rather stay away from anything that targeted young(ish) single folks. It was too singles bar and not something at all in which I have an interest. By this time, she found the brochure and looked like she wanted to make one last-ditch effort, but didn't.

I really, truly loathe dating. It is all one big act to try convincing the other person that you are someone with whom they should hook up. The common belief is that if they know lots about you, they will stay away. This is complete sh*t. I say, show your cards up front so you can really find out if you should be together. Not enough people do this, so I prefer to get to really know someone before looking at them in any sort of romantic way. If I do look at someone and say "Wow. I really want to f*ck him," then I will and just get it over with. And, I never want to see them again because, well, things are pretty much over with then, eh? Don't know the person and just hook up. Pretty much done with. I also don't trust anyone who approaches me with the desire to date me or take me out. What do they know of me? Yeah, they like my chest. Or, they like my hair, or, they got a hard-on when I walked by. That definitely is a way to determine that you want to date someone. It is all F*cking Bullsh*t.

There are times I regret having not gotten pregnant when I was with Glenn. I wouldn't have told him at all and just disappeared from his life. I guess I knew that I shouldn't spend my life with him when he made a comment about how he was so excited that his ex's son was going to be a teenager soon and he could teach him about girls. It made my blood turn cold and made me a bit nauseous at the thought of him passing on his ways to a new generation. He did have wonderful genes though and his family was very good with no history of alcoholism or other such issues--and no baldness.

Yeah, I miss his genes. I would have loved having a child half-comprising of them. I just would NOT be able to deal with him having anything to do with the child's upbringing.

Yeah. Happy Mother's Day.