You meet a girl and things just click.
Wait, rewind.
Kay, you talk to a girl forever it seems like and then you just already know her. Yeah.
Wait, nope, that’s not totally it, either.
One more time.
You read this girl’s blog and she reads yours and you comment back and forth and sometimes email and sometimes leave messages on walls or profiles and then one fateful day, you’re reading a Dora book to your kiddo while you try to sneak a half smoke in at the same time as drinking a cup of coffee cuz you’ve been awake for five hours already but was holding back once you left the house so as not to appear douchebaggish, already coffee in hand for a coffee-related playdate, but you just couldn’t wait anymore or your head might explode once you nodded off on top of the metal table outside of Starbucks, and she comes sauntering, carrying a toddler all effort free and glowy and comments on the literature and then you, like, four hours have passed and it was just like hanging with a friend you’ve known for a while. There wasn’t effort past holding a toddler in place for a diaper change in the middle of a toy department and carrying the other toddler, over-tired and self-assured that she must remain in said toy department. And me, I like it easy.
Yup. That’s about right.
But, it occurred to me knowing someone in the blogosphere for some of us, can be just as whatever, intimate, as knowing someone from high school or whatnot. And with that knowing someone in the blog sense, there’s not really actual kids involved. Even a mommy blogger – they might write about their kids all the time, but their kids aren’t actually there, hanging in your blog space… Is it wrong that I want to stash some kids somewhere and kidnap that girl, this girl and my other favourite girl and eat bread dipped in marinara sauce with hands wrapped around coffees and caesars?
Child free?
Yup, I am selfish and want them all to myself, with no one under five feet tall wanting me for themselves.
