Open smile on a friendly shore
(My piece went up at The Huffington Post!)
So, soooooo many people have been asking LOD and me about when we’re going to write about how we handle dating and new relationships.
Your guess is as good as ours.
We’ve agreed on some things: no sleepovers with the kids there, and if things get serious enough with someone that we’d co-habit with or get married to, we’ll give the other a heads-up first before telling the kids.
But really, I think we just expect each other to use our heads. We each have three nights without the children per week. That’s totally enough time to
eat chocolate pudding for dinner and fall asleep at 8:45 on the couch have a vibrant and satisfying dating life on our own time and not drag the kids into anything that isn’t serious.
Bottom line: I have no idea if LOD’s dating anyone*, and LOD has no idea if I’m dating anyone.
Which is the way it should be, no? I mean, how weird and creepy would it be to know about each others’ dating lives? The only person I can imagine less wanting to discuss men with than LOD is my dad.
So no, we really can’t talk about dating. I am hoping that eventually we each find love again, and that those people are decent people who are good to the kids. I don’t know if there’s much else that we should hope for.
* I am fairly certain that he’s not dating anyone at this exact moment, based solely on the presence of his astoundingly horrifying mustache. He’s growing it to raise money to fight prostate cancer, and it sounds like a small thing, but holy cats is this thing difficult to look at. It’s added a whole new dimension to pickup, mainly my talking to him from the side so I don’t have to look at his Wilford Brimleyness. If you have a few extra bucks, please consider donating to his Mo page, because some good needs to come out of this. Yeesh.