I HAD TO ADMIT......"I DONT LIKE.....

YOUR KIDS"! It was terrible. But I just don't like them. When your over thirty years old, its difficult trying to find a; single, good looking, financially stable man who doesn't have at least one child. A man who takes care of his children is beautiful. I actually like children. I believe someday I will be a great mother. But what if the person you are starting to fall for has TWO bay bay kids whose mother is even worst? If I NEVER love his children could he TRULY ever love me?


We met through some mutual friends. My girlfriend swore I would like him. She was right. She had mentioned that he had two children from a previous relationship, but he was still a good catch. I've dated men with children before. They are not typically my first choice, but the season had been dry. After a few REALLY good conversations, we met for dinner. He was poised and educated. I appreciated the way he listened and offered good responses. Our relationship was going strong. We had been seeing each other for about three months. He never mentioned meeting his children. I was ok with that. I wanted to get to know him first. Another month had passed, he told me that he was taking his children to the park. He asked me to join them. I was a little hesitant, but figured it was time. I was starting to have genuine feelings for this man, so I wanted to make a good first impression. When I arrived at the park, he waved me over. I eagerly jogged over to the jungle gym, prepared for some play. He introduced me to his daughter, Nache. I spoke, "hi Nache"! She was only nine, and we stood almost eye to eye. She was about 120pds and didn't seem nice. She ignored my hello and rolled her eyes.  He then introduced me to his son, Nicolas. I figured I would have a better shot with a boy. Nicolas was four and still wearing a pull up. I'm not a parent, but that seemed odd. He appeared to be a little shy, but I was determined to win him over. After I wiped off all the dust he kicked on my clothes, I decided this was just a bad time. I tried everything; toys, clothes, outings. I even ignored their mothers rude comments over the phone when I answered. I decided to tell him how I felt. He told me that his children was his world and maybe I didn't understand because I wasn't a mother. At first I was hurt, then I was angry. I proceeded to tell him that when I am a mother, MY daughter will not need Jenny Craig at NINE and MY son will not be pissing on himself at FOUR. The relationship was over.  A few weeks later I ran into them at the grocery store. He spoke and his daughter just growled. I swear if she had put her hands up, it would have been ON!.....
Still Single.