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Confessions Of A Guy Falling For A Girl With A Kid

By February 25, 2016 0

It’s official: I broke my number one rule.  And it’s not good.

First of all, we should get the part where I tell you that I’m kind of a mess out of the way. I am a disheveled 23 year-old who is still working on his bachelor’s degree and lives at home with  my parents. I work for a family transportation business with my dad, and it’s pretty unclear where my life is going.

Needless to say, because of this my female interactions in the last few years have been quite interesting. Telling a girll you live at home isn’t exactly an attractive feature.

Me: Hey want to come back to my place and Netflix? 

Girl: yeah sure  

 Me: Ok perfect, we just have to be quiet, my dad falls asleep on the living room couch every night and my mom’s room is right next to the front door….  

Girl: I actually have a really busy day tomorrow I think I’m going to call it a night.  

After all of these successful (#not) triumphs I decided that dating a girl while still living at home seemed juvenile and not very ideal, so I made one simple rule: NO dating until I move out into the real world. 

Except now here we are in the present and this rule is really starting to piss me off.

You see, I met this beautiful blonde girl (blondes are so my thing) that’s making me rethink the whole “no dating while my mom’s still cooking my dinners,” thing. She’s perfect for me — she stands at a towering 5 feet, which is perfect because I am only 5’10……. with basketball shoes on. She has a fantastic smile, great physique and a cute soft-spoken personality. She makes these slight subtle jokes that I love.

I’m all in right?

Except for the fact that I have this ONE rule, and the fact that I also might be moving soon…. and one other MAJOR fact that may or may not be a deal breaker….

She has a 5-year-old.  

That’s right: I am sorrrrt of dating (not really dating? that’s what I’m trying to figure out.) a 22-year-old who has a 5-year-old son.

Sneaking girls passed my father late night has been a weird ritual but sneaking the mother of a 5-year-old passed my father? Now I’m starting to feel some type of way.

Believe me, guilt tends to allude my brain when it comes to women and relationships but this time it has caught up to me. I simply cannot go on living this way!

… Or can I?!

Every time we hang out, the moments get cuter and pulling away becomes harder. The cuddles are also improving (*wink* *wink*) and the conversations are flowing freely. I have now been on a play date with her son and have met her parents more than once. For some reason, they love me.

So do I abide by this rule that has kept me from heartbreak for so long? Or do I take a chance on someone that has a lot of what I’m not so sure I am ready for.

Maybe, just maybe, I can take this opportunity to jump out of my comfort zone and dare I say, my childhood bedroom.