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(In hindsight, red flag, obviously – be careful when somebody picks you up on the street! Actually, he was still living with his wife, the mother of his children, and she didn’t know he was out picking up ladies AND he’d just right then lied. I should have known by the way he scurried along the gutter. It almost seems like there is something about the Centaur that’s meant to get me SO flustered that I eventually give up, stop overthinking, and stop trying to control my reality. He asked me to hold off for a few more minutes because he was busy preening. His apartment is an old victorian place full of patina. He took some time to give me a tour and explain the science behind how tough it would be to crash the thing.

Also, his name might seem like an insult, but I mean it in the very best of ways! My voice on the phone was fake polite, anxious, and over-compensating, with an edge of passive-aggressive anger. I filled in the ex about the plan I’d made, and asked what he’d been hoping to do with Tim for a birthday celebration.

He asked if he could take Tim for a birthday dinner on his actual birthday.

I didn’t feel up to hanging out with my ex and his whole family!

I stammered something about not being sure that was the best plan and ‘let’s work it out later’ and got off the phone. Clearly I’m in no state to have a fun birthday dinner as a reconfigured family. Here’s what I wasn’t being honest about: I’m assuming Tim’s going to be heartbroken to have only one parent there at a time.

Yes, vacations were happy experiences, but I tried to use to make up for weeks and months of isolation and lack of support in my relationship. We have a little nature trail you can take that leads to a coffee shop. Hey, somebody’s gotta get egg on their face and show they like the other person at some point, right? It’s never been easier to find and communicate with the objects of our admiration–and to make dumb mistakes at a rapid pace, too! With Love, Molly Undercover In her famous Ted talk on vulnerability, Brené Brown says, “vulnerability is. I felt repulsed by the idea of being in a relationship again and hopeless that I’d never be able to connect with a man again. We were the only people there, which amped up the awkward feeling. Nervous and feeling vulnerable, I did the old ‘cheek turn’ trick and let him plant one there. I just had such a hot mess of a phone call with his Dad about it. I’m trying to be cool and functional and reasonable, but inside I’m still dealing with some strong feelings , and I know it shows in my voice and my decisions.

It’s a good thing that I’m no longer sitting passively by and letting some man make decisions for me all the time, and feeling unhappy. I walked with stress about whether I could give Tim enough fun this summer running through my mind. There’s so many places I want to go, both as a free single lady and with Tim. Do you have a super embarrassing digital-age blooper under your dating belt? But I was also worried that if I passed up dates, I’d calcify and never get back in the game. When someone cute but not ‘my type’ asked me out, my fear of becoming a lonely cat lady if I didn’t start dating pushed me to just try it and see what happened. Putting me at ease, he stated that he’d probably be a awkward when we met because he thought I was gorgeous! I arranged for my son to go home with a friend so that I could meet him for a patio happy hour one afternoon. I was still nervous that he might expect something. But contrary to his warning, my date was actually laid back and fun, totally confident, and looked and smelled great. As we played giant Jenga on the patio, his confidence and masculine presence infused me with my own confidence. Brushing my wrists and finding other ways to make contact as we goofed around and talked. Here’s what happened: I emailed an invite to a bunch of parents about a fun party night for Tim for his 12th birthday. Right after I pressed send, I panicked; should I have consulted with my ex before unilaterally planning? Would Tim be hurt if his dad wasn’t there for his party like he always has been in the past?

But one day we chanced to be at a show together and I met a bunch of his friends. His head was back, and he was half-grinning and looking at me as if he’d never seen me before in his life. The rest of the scene faded out and I was visually, olfactorily and physically fixated on his undomesticated presence. We chatted about the possibility of our death by airplane crash over sparkling water. He snapped about a hundred pictures of me on my phone with the airplane against an orange-pink sky. I now have the souvenirs of this experience, great photos that he later that evening, spent some time cropping and filtering to just how he liked them.