We were all in France, and I was moving there. Nine months pregnant. Hair in a sloppy bun. Incredibly happy.
The happy father was telling everyone it was his child and he was going to marry me.
And Brenda kept going "Isn't it great? Can you believe it?"
Yes we can.
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That's an interesting sentiment from someone who says she has sworn off having children. Also did you ask your sister to find out what this supposed father of your children looked like?
Yeah, I didn't always not want to have children. It's only in the last year and a half I gave up that dream. Realized the reality of it was going to be a soul-destroying nightmare for me unless I married someone who could provide a nanny. And I want to marry for love, not to be a baby machine.
My friend is a really proud uncle, and I think maybe that's his dream for me.
My dream is just to have a wonderful committed man who loves me that much and makes me that happy. Unfortunately, most men picture commitment going hand in hand with being a dad, so I may never find that. Especially in southern California.
I did ask what he looked like, twice, and he wouldn't answer. I started off with "is he cute?" and got to "He's not cute, that's why you're not answering, hahaha" and my friend still didn't answer.
That's okay. I don't put much stock in prognosticating. It's nice someone even thought I could BE happy...
Hmmmn. Potentially litigious friend unhappy to be mentioned on blog AND still grumpy about "What did he look like?" question. Replied "A swarthy Frenchman. You were very happy." When pressed further, replied, "Just post a picture of James Franco and call it a day."
Hmmmn. Not a serious answer. Enquiring minds may never know.
Oops. Apparently it was a swarthy ITALIAN man.
Don't know why we were living in France.
Wow. That's great news to my dream self! I'm off to bed to think of a lifetime of sex with an Italian man. Holy Hannah!!!
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