to Ken Wilan
date Mon, Jan 31, 2011 at 9:11 AM
Hi Ken. Thanks for the invitation. However, XXX has a sleepover on the 12th. Let’s find a different date.
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Adam and Jack are at a new school so I am doing some social engineering, trying to get them more integrated into the class. The teacher is helping me and recommended I hook up with the father of one of the boys in the class. I gamely introduced myself to the dad and sent him an email follow up proposing a playdate. Well, 13 fucking days later, I hear back from him. 13 days. Well, fuck you, too, Mr. Dad.
He apologized, saying the email had gotten lost in his in-box. OK, Mr. Powerful-in-demand business-guy.
He adds to this lapse by explaining that his little Special Boy already has plans for that date, and a sleep-over at that. And he didn’t even suggest an alternative date. That was left to me, the designated supplicant and suitor.
This brought out a protective emotion in me that I had always associated with Jessica engineering playdates for the guys and arranging enriching after-school activities. Now I felt it, too. It wasn’t just a date being rejected, it was my boys. My perfect lovely boys.
Well, now I’m pissed. Cross my boys, cross me.