Driving and Dating: L.A.
I planned to write about dating this week and now I’m not interested in writing about dating. This is why I should bank material instead of *Julia-Roberts-slippery-little-suckers* losing all intention before I start.
Dating is fun and it is rough.
There are times of bliss and times of pure grief.
Marriage, I found, was much the same.
So, my friends, who cares? It’s all a crap shoot.
Be honest, set boundaries… live.
I had a seventeen year marriage. My last long-term boyfriend lived with the kids and I for over three years and we both considered it a marriage as well. All I know is that I agree with Nora Ephron. Also married multiple times, Nora said something like,
The moment you decide you think divorce, do it.
Also?
Divorce gave me an opportunity for an afternoon hook-up.
And I’m going to tell you about it, because it’s my duty...
Yes. I’m here to talk about THE HOT DAD FROM SCHOOL.
Have you even driven if you haven’t done a school drop-off or pick-up?
I dread it, all. Every day. Twice a day. Five days a week. Ten months of the year, for over fifteen years- pick ups and drop offs.
The only thing I like about school drop offs and pick ups is seeing the HOT DAD in the Lego-like giant Jeep.
There are one thousand cars dropping one thousand students off at the same time on the same street. Drivers are pulling u-turns in bumper to bumper, kids popping out from behind cars and walking so close to both your front and back bumpers that the sensors beep.
The only thing I like about school drop offs and pick ups is seeing the HOT DAD in the Lego-like giant Jeep.
Hot dad is at least six-foot-five and looks like a really hot version of Vin Armani, from the cast of TV’s Gigolos. Sorry, Vin, you are sexy but HOT DAD is hotter.
