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Cutting My Losses

I had a great first date with The Irishman and things seem to be going pretty well. He’s fun, kind, helpful, hardworking, sexy, and he’s a single dad with more baggage than I could dream of having. In spite of his very heavy steamer trunk, I decided to climb aboard his ship and test the waters.

Before I knew what was happening, I fell madly in love with his little girl. The first time her big blue eyes looked up at me as she hugged me and said, “I love you,” I was a goner. Of course, she is too young to understand that Daddy is dating. Frankly, I don’t think she should know. She still dreams of her parents’ reconciliation and The Parent Trap is her favorite movie. Of course that doesn’t stop me from fantasizing about him grabbing me in his strong arms, telling me he can’t live without me and whisking me away to his precious Emerald Isle.

I have asked myself over and over again whether I would have continued to see The Irishman if I hadn’t fallen head over heels with his daughter. There is no way to know. They are a package deal and he has the same eyes.

I am caught between a rock and a hard place.

The passage of time has made my doubts grow deep and my fantasies grow strong. My own life is upside down these days and I am looking for the key, buried ages ago, to my own steamer trunk. The Irishman and I have only been seeing each other for a short while, yet the involvement of family and child and the shared details that have been locked up tight in his steamer trunk of baggage seem to have accelerated the opening of my heart, my need to know where I stand, the need to declare “us.”

I want to pack my own bags of baggage and brace for the ride, but he has not offered a ticket and I think that, for this leg of his journey, he must sail alone. Should I be patient, enjoy the ride and wait for him to be ready, or is it time to cut my losses and run?
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Holly said…
My curiosity is peaked, what do you want from him? The introduction to his child seems like a big step but I could understand your concerns about the baggage. We all have some though don't we. What harm is there in enjoying the ride?
Tue Sep 14, 03:01:00 PM
Anonymous said…
I cannot imagine how confusing and emotional it must be for children to meet the dates of their parents. As a rule, I avoid meeting children until I am absolutley sure I am in love with the parent first, and family second. Just as you admit, you don't know which whether it's your date or the package you're in love with. Try not to hurt or confuse children. BTW, I think your date can use some advice in that area too.
Thu Sep 16, 04:34:00 AM
korlissuecker said…
Yeah Beth is really something!
Thu Oct 27, 07:38:00 PM
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