Olive is turning four soon, and I’m busily planning an awesome puppy party for her. I’ll definitely do a post on the party later, for now all you need to know is that since our place is small, I’m keeping things pretty simple – just close family and a few friends.
Originally, I wasn’t going to invite anyone from her preschool because there’s like fourteen kids in her class and I’m not sure about the etiquette around inviting only a handful of them… Is that a dick move? I feel like it’s terrible if a group of them are talking about her party while others didn’t get to go and might feel left out… Experienced moms, please tell me how you do this!
Anyway, there’s one little boy in her class who Olive absolutely adores, and she really wanted to invite him so I figured, why not? It seemed less dickish somehow if there was just one kid invited. (Is it? Or is it worse? Pls help.)
Anyway, today I talked to his mom after school and got her number to send her the invitation.
This is what happened next. (Names changed and info redacted for obvious reasons.)
So far so good, right? I proceeded to give a few more details…
At this point I’m laughing out loud, like, damn, this mom sounds fun.
I also mentally add “wine” to my party shopping list. Lady wants adult drinks?Lady will have adult drinks.
Then I try to play it cool, like this was the plan all along.
Um. Okayyyy? A little unorthodox but confessions make BFFs so, yeah, sure!
Go ahead, woman I’ve talked to once, tell me your darkest secrets.
At this point I start laughing so hard I can’t breathe, while also trying to explain to my sister (sitting right next to me) why I’m losing my shit.
Meanwhile, buddy continues texting me:
I’m still laughing because I love stuff like this, but it’s also starting to sink in that I’ve provided my phone number and home address to a total stranger.
Naturally, I want to address the issue with finesse and tact, so, after some deliberation, I come up with this:
Thankfully, Internet stranger is not offended.
What a ridiculous situation. I’m still laughing when my brother calls, and I’m halfway through telling him the story when this final text arrives
Oh, I will, buddy. I definitely will.
If my life were a romantic comedy, dude would show up at Olive’s party with flowers and we’d immediately fall deeply in love.
(If my life were a rom-com I’d also have way better hair, but nevermind.)
As it stands, I have to now somehow track down Olive’s friend’s mom’s real number. And I guess I have a new pen pal, too!