So my ex is pregnant. And I ain't the baby daddy! At times, I feel like I should be. At times, I feel like I shouldn't be. At times I wish I was. At times I'm glad I'm not.
I am with Writer Lady. I am thinking about Pilates Lady. A certain Texas hottie still makes my heart pang, pang, pang.
New job begins 2/06. Have to tell C-Bone's Mom tomorrow that I am putting in a two week notice.
The NY Giants just scored a touchdown against the San Francisco 49ers. I am watching football and reading about cognitive development theory as put forth by Jean Piaget.
Tomorrow is my last class of my 1st Masters class. The new class begins the 30th of this month, and I think I have to have a paper written for that class. Crazy. School. New job. pregnant exes.
Life sure ain't dull.
Writer Lady wonders why we haven't hung out since last Wednesday. I needed a solo weekend to sort out my head. Sobriety. New Job. leaving Old Job. Pregnant ex.
K let me know she was pregnant after we had picked up diapers and baby bottles at a 99 cents store for a baby shower K was attending later in the day on Saturday. Coincidentally, when in the store, I rubbed her belly and said the folks in the store are gonna think we are an item, and that we are buying new stuff for the new baby that is on the way. Weird. Twenty minutes later she told me she was prego.
Went to the movies with Pilates Lady last night. She wants to be exclusive. I am having thoughts about it. Walking the streets of Los Feliz yesterday I was coming across an infant at every corner, looking at them deeply and smiling---smiling like I wanted one too. Is my man clock ticking? I have a daughter, but she's 24, and I was not in a relationship with her mother. Am I desiring a married life? A kid? And all that comes with that?
I don't know.
I'll have to think about this stuff when I get a minute. Sure is a lot on my mind out here in the wild, wild west---the location of my life right now.
Peace
Kevin
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