The Dating Game
Once I got married, I assumed my dating days were over. I figured I'd never again have the reduced self-esteem, the chronic self-doubt, or the fatigue that comes hand-in-hand with all those sleepless nights kicking myself for saying something stupid or being too eager or not being eager enough . I had found my partner, so The Dating Game was over . Boy, was I wrong. Now that I am a full-time, at home mother, I have begun to try to ooze my way into A Playgroup. This has been something I've looked forward to since becoming pregnant: hanging out with other parents, gathering tips, bitching and crying together as our little hellions tear up each other's houses and terrorize domesticated animals. But gathering a playgroup is hard . People aren't as sociable as they used to be: they tend to eye you with suspicion if you run up to them on the street and -- quivering and blubbering -- beg to be friends.