* A note to readers: This is the final post for a week or so as I take the Little Girl to the beach. See you soon. *
Play dates have pretty much confounded me throughout the Little Girl’s young life. Which is to say I have a hard time making them.
It’s mostly mommies who handle the scheduling, and they seem positively uneasy when I, a single dad, suggest something.
Several times I’ve called the homes of kids who my daughter likes, only to have the mom stammer and hesitate, fabricating what sound for all the world like excuses that would preclude any meeting. I swear, it feels like I’m trying to ask out a woman reluctant to hit the town with me. Is it my breath, my bank account, my politics?