Party of One

Last night Lucy and I went to a meetup event for new moms. I would really like to meet other moms and kids in my town, and this group seemed progressive and interesting. What the hell?

The meetup was a picnic at a beach less than a mile from my house. Although it was literally 90 degrees in the shade, and I'd had kind of a long day at work, I slapped Lucy into her carseat and off we went.

The other moms were really nice. Friendly, welcoming - very nice. But also at least 10 years younger than I am. And stay at home moms. And each had at least 2 or 3 children. And, of course, they were all married. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

Okay, I didn't expect a group of clones. And I certainly don't expect anyone to have exactly the same story as me. But its a little tough relating to people who are so different on every possible level.

I'm not sure if Lucy and I will attend another event. Maybe, maybe not. But somewhere out there, there has to be a few people with some elements in common. Damn, this is like another form of dating.