Ex-Crossings
We remember the scene in “Sex and the City” where Carrie looks like crap (for once) and almost smacks into the ex-boyfriend of all ex-boyfriends, Aidan. Then he turns around to face her and *plop* there’s a baby on his tummy.
I’ve never run into an ex, or even someone I’ve just casually slept with, who now has a baby. (Or one that I know of.) I don’t know what it’s like. However, I have run into a couple of former blasts from the past while my son was snug in his Baby Hawk.
I expected the reactions to be negative. I’m not sure why. Mostly because I thought of these particular men as “anti-baby” — having kids being the last thing on their mind, or having a vasectomy being the next thing on their mind! I imagined them reacting in disgust, complete with a think bubble stating, “Holy shit, thank goodness it wasn’t me who knocker her up!”
The first ex I ran into was at a dive bar. Baby boy wasn’t with me on this one, but it was definitely a reunion I never thought I’d have since he had moved away and we were no longer speaking. I eyed him from across the way and approached him, and we shared a warm hug and sincere smiles. As we uttered the usual “What are you up to?” I told him that I had a son, and he told me that was great. “Really great,” in a very caring tone. What a change from his mood swings and Jeckyll and Hyde personalities!
Another ex passed me by in the street and was excited to see me with my son strapped to my chest. “Congratulations!” he said, observing my son’s face. We hadn’t seen each other in a couple years, and I noticed how he aged some.
