CHG Confession #8

The Curly-Haired Girl remembers the day that Monsieur told her he had a child. They were on the phone as she was rushing out for a birthday dinner with a certain man. It was a Friday evening, two days after she'd asked him out.

She hesitated...then figured what the hell. Having always said she'd never date a man with kids, but also having just turned 29, she decided to take a chance.

It's been this long and she still hasn't recovered. The CHG fell in love with that little boy long before she fell for his father. She reveled in the times when he smashed ants with his fingers, chased after pigeons, babbled hello at strangers and smashed mushy cookies into her suede couch. When the three of them went out to eat, he always sat next to her. With a coloring similar to hers, and his own head of black curls, everyone assumed he was hers too.

She never corrected them.

At this point, she doesn't know which she misses more: his father or playing mommy.

She's afraid it's the latter.