You know those days when everything is off by a centimeter or an inch or a nanosecond. Today was one of those days. All clouded by the letter I wrote last night and then the dream that followed.
1. The dream. I was in love with Britney Spears’ brother. She doesn’t have a brother though. She was the symbol, the omen – the red flag. But she died in the dream. So the red flag was gone and it was just me and him. Tall, dark, handsome, big eyes. Benjamin woke up before I could finish…so a cliff hanger started my day and I felt like I’d landed in the Twilight Zone.
2. Match.com. I get a free account. They’re giving me one. The e-mail came this morning. Weird. Is he on there? Why do I care? I’ll try it out.
3. The man in the shop. Benjamin and I dropped the car off for a long overdue oil change. The man in the shop looked at my bare left ring finger and for the first time I encountered one of those guys who thinks single moms are “easy.” But I wasn’t in a bar and I wasn’t drunk so I was just offended and mildly creeped out. He knows my address. They take your address for some reason. I’m becoming more paranoid now that I’m a mother and it just gets worse as he gets older and more vulnerable to not just the physical, but the emotional.
4. Asshole in the street. Benjamin and I had to walk home from the car shop. And as we were crossing a busy street (I had him in my arms) the walk sign switched to the flashing red hand. Then a driver, turning left through our cross walk rolled down his window and said, “It says no walking, Asshole.” [click to continue…]
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