Rhinoceros Running

I haven’t posted for a while, mostly because I am preoccupied with many of the kid-related decisions I need to make. I am alive and well, just preoccupied.

My mom still isn’t up for dealing with this (her words, not mine), and I’m not up for superficial conversations about lunch and dogs, so we haven’t been in contact much lately. This is especially hard because everyone’s advice includes relying on your mother.

After about two months of silence, I got a text message from my baby’s father. He wrote:

I think we should hang out and have sex again

This is not a paraphrase. I was stunned for a little bit. Do some men really make their decisions based on the head in their pants? This one seems to. I waited a bit, then replied:

I think you’re crazy.

I might have written something like, When hell freezes over, but the weather forecast called for snow today, and not that Chicago is hell, but I didn’t want to get roped into something based on meterological disturbances.

He seemed to get the message, though, since he’s been silent ever since. We’ll see what he comes up with in two months.