The single dad and I went out on a date last night. The first time we met, it wasn’t really a date. My friend was attempting to hook me up with him while we were gambling at the Casino. We ended up spending most of the night together listening to the band play and trying to hold a conversation over the music.
He married at 19. He has two sons, 3 & 7 years old. His wife cheated on him and divorced him 6 months ago. I could see the pain written all over his face. It was obvious he was still in divorce recovery; like he’d just come home from war.
He talked about thinking everything was ok for 7 years, and then one day finding out it was exactly the opposite. I talked about one day being afraid of the person you thought you were in love with.
Of course I thought of the scene in Jerry MaGuire where Renee Zellweger says, “Jerry, lets not tell our sad stories.”
We went to see a movie last night. I thought it would be uplifting. I turned out to be really depressing. The single dad really just wanted to cuddle anyway. It was painfully obvious that we both were two broken people, desperate for physical contact. That in turn was even more depressing. We were just two sad, lonley single parents, trying to heal each others wounds.
I told the single dad that things would get better. I told him I wasn’t ready to date 6 months after I was abandoned with a kid, and maybe he should just take his time. He professed he WAS ready to start a relationship, but he just hadn’t found anyone until now.
He also lives in Kansas City and flew home this morning. He doesn’t know when he’s coming back. I gave him my email address and told him he was a good dad for taking care of his kids. He told me he wanted to beat my ex’s ass for not paying child support. He pays $500 every other week.
So I said goodbye to the first single dad I’ve ever dated.