I used to pride myself on being a decent judge of character.

...particularly in the dating world. Maybe it's because I've been out of the loop for so long? Or maybe it is because since I carry around the single mom stamp on my forehead, some men see that as an open invitation for "oh look. sex."

Funny, charming, seemed very sweet at first. Kept wanting to go out, I had to keep changing plans, and last Saturday, when the wee shit was being kept occupied by the ex, I nipped out and met him for a few pints. He had told me he was a bit of a flirt, but "always a gentleman" and "I'd never make you feel uncomfortable".

Okay, fine, Mr. Charming. It wasn't you, per se, making me "feel uncomfortable", it was the fanatical staring between you and the woman sitting at the bar. At one point, after getting up, I was ready to tell her to sit down at my table and keep him company. But pouring rain, no sign of a coffee shop around, and the fact that tensions were high between the ex and I since he was dumbfounded that I had actually told him he would have to (gasp) MAKE DINNER for the wee shit, kept me sitting at the table and drinking my watered down pint.

And next, we have the "emergency text message from boss. Have to leave". Mmmmm. Fabulous. We walk out, I get a big hug and the "call me". Headed home, I was willing to bet for CERTAIN that I'd never hear from him again, thank you very much, nor would I want to without a lot of explanation.

Did I get an explanation? Was I flabbergasted when he contacted me again, wondering if I wanted to go out again? Oh, let me clarify that. He doesn't want to 'go out again'. He thinks it would be great to have a single mom around during the day for some "opportunistic fun". Because, after all, single moms (and women in general) just loooooooove the feeling of being used as an available option. Because, after all, "you are quite good looking and well, yeah. You'd probably be good for some lays"

I've been banging my head against the wall about this one. Did NOT see it coming at all; no hints, no ideas, NOTHING that lead to the kicker of "I've always thought it would be hot to have a single mom around to give me blow jobs on short notice". Oh, pardon me while I run out and plan a babysitting schedule around your oral needs.

But, at least it's nice to know that single women with children have become the equivalent of the 1970s peep show: available, cheap and seedy.


I didn't yell at him, I didn't send a long lecture as there would be no point. I just deleted, moved on, and snuck into watch the wee shit sleep. There's no way in HELL I'm raising a son to send him out into the world, go on dates, stare at other women...and not even pay for the dates pint!