We Can’t Date Because I Don’t Like Your Kid
I was reading The Fly Guy Chronicles the other day and came across a post entitled “Her Behavior is Unacceptable.” One of Fly Guy’s readers wrote in about her warped reverse psychology approach to meeting men. Basically, this woman claimed to be a down-to-earth sweetheart that was willing to do whatever for the right man but she believed that men responded better to her “bitchy” attitude. Luckily, Fly Guy set her straight.
Today’s post isn’t about what Fly Guy wrote, but the picture he posted. CLICK HERE
When I saw the title accompanied with a photo of a young girl sticking her tongue out, I assumed the piece was about something else. I thought it was about women with bratty kids.
That’s what today’s post is about.
If you’ve followed this blog for a minute you’ll know that kids that weren’t spawned from my own loins aren’t my ideal companions. I don’t mean to offend or ostracize single mothers or their children with that statement, because I wouldn’t cross a woman off my list of possibilities just because she brought a life into the world. At the end of the day, I hope to be lucky enough to snag my perfect queen that will bare the fruit of my looms.
Preferably, my apples won’t be mixed in with another man’s oranges, but if that’s what the man upstairs has planned for me then so be it.
Just as a general rule, though, I don’t like the idea of being in a child’s life if I’m not committed to the mother. While I’ve dealt with women with kids before, for the most part, I never had any real interaction with their kid(s). There may have been a few intimate moments between a MILF and I, but the stars never aligned for a full-fledged relationship to develop—with her or her child. For whatever the reason, none of the pairing ever amounted to anything serious.
Fly Guy’s post—more specifically his picture—made me ponder when and if something serious did develop with a single mother. As a single man, I spend all my time trying to get to know the woman. Forging a relationship with her offspring is uncharted territory.
God forbid she has a spoiled brat.
Sorry, if it’s one thing I can’t stand is an unruly kid. If it was my own devil spawn, fine, I could enforce my own form of discipline but when it’s someone else’s kid you’re kind of in an odd predicament.
A few weeks back I went to keep my homegirl Denise company while she went to get a tattoo touched up. When we got to the back room the owner/artist was there with his four-year-old son. Cute, quiet kid until his father had to deal with a customer up front.
Denise made the mistake of giving the kid a giant cookie and he just wouldn’t stay still. She asked him to sit down and he ignored her. She told him throw the wrapper in the garbage when he was done and he ignored her.
I think you see a pattern here.
What did it for me, though, was when little man was done eating his cookie and started heading in my direction with this look in his eye. Call it paranoia or a sixth sense, but I had the strong impression that this rug rat was going to try and rub his chocolate dusted hands on my jeans.
I wound up pulling an ancient ninja move on him and avoided incurring any extra dry cleaning bills at this little tyrant’s expense.
For the next five minutes, Denise and I spoke with our eyes, which were saying the same thing: Where the hell is this little boy’s damn father?
The kid was bouncing off the wall and just kept invading my personal space. As many times as Denise or I told him to sit down or the little brat just did the opposite until he was caught chocolate red handed by his father.
“What are you doing,” said the boy’s father, as he walked back into the room to see his son invading my personal space yet again. “You know him?”
Silence.
“Then what are you doing all up on him like that? Sit your little ass down and don’t move.”
Finally, some sense of order
Now if I came across a woman with an unruly child like that, we’d have a problem. If we’re not married or related, I don’t feel it’s my place to discipline someone else’s child but the kid should have some basic respect for authority. If I say to do something it should get done quick, fast and in a hurry.
I understand that some kids might have an issue with some stranger trying to act like their father (or mother), but children should know to listen to an adult. If I say sit down, he or she needs to cop a squat. If I say toss something in the garbage, he or she should handle that with the quickness. It’s all about proper home training.
For the single parents, how important is it for the person you’re dating seriously to have a good relationship with your kids? Would you break up with someone if you’re kids didn’t like him or her? How long does it take before you introduce someone to your kids if at all? Do you feel someone that is not married to you has a right to discipline your child? Does that include a spanking for rude behavior? For the single folks, are you opposed to dating someone with kids? Would an unruly child scare you off from getting serious? Do you feel you have the right to spank you’re your boyfriend’s or girlfriend’s child? Have you ever dated someone that had a spoiled kid?
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“We Can’t Date Because I Don’t Like Your Kid”