I met the cutest baby in the world today! I rode my bike in the 95-degree heat over to my pal Holly’s house to meet her little man (she’s also the mother of this here site, watchmeturn30.com).
True to my Lost Girl moniker, I got totally turned around trying to make it back to Williamsburg. I ended up in the rough Bed-Sty Brooklyn neighborhood, and flagged down some guy on a bike to ask for directions. He kindly showed me the way, and then asked if I wanted to join him for dinner at a restaurant on the corner.
“Um, thanks, but I live my boyfriend,” I said nervously. Immediately after the words popped out, I wanted to slap my forehead or stick my foot in my mouth. Why the heck did I say that?! The lie was my automatic reply. Maybe I’m scared of meeting new people after years of being with only one man.
I pedaled away—wishing I could take back the words. The guy yelled, “Be careful and put your helmet on!” Sure, Dad!
I’m vowing to be more open to hanging with new guys. I mean, I can’t keep to myself forever.