The Maybe a Baby Daddy

So, I went out with a guy who I had been dating off and on for almost two years. For the sake of this story, we will address him by his self-proclaimed name "Mr. Right" (funny, I know). So, we decided that we would hang out for two days since I was coming from out of town to hang out with him. First, let me describe him, so that everyone can get a mental picture. In the face, hmm, he's just alright. I wasn't sold when we first met. Brown skin, very smooth, about 5'9. He has a bit of a hairline problem, backed up, kind of like Sade. BUT, he is a full-time fireman, part-time martial arts instructor/competitor, so needless to say, his body is on point. So I said, hey, WTF? I decided to give him my number, and we connected.

The first night of our weekend date, everything was great. We had dinner, laughs, drinks, and just talked about our lives in general. The thing that attracts me to him the most is his sense of humor. He has the wildest stories about his job. You wouldn't believe some of the things that they encounter as community servants. The stories mixed with the alcohol intensified everything. It was a great date. We ended it by going back to my hotel and... Well, you know. *All smiles* No, really.

So, Mr. "Right” left that morning to go home and change, which, sort of surprised me because he lives about 45 minutes from where my hotel was. I couldn't understand why he didn't just bring a change of clothes with him, when he knew in advance that we were staying the night with one another. However, he is so amazing in bed, I couldn't complain. I just went with the flow.

He called about two hours later and said that he was on his way back to see me. I was excited to see him, and was eager to get a part two (hehe) before the next date. So I jumped in the shower, and decided that when he came back, I would answer the door, ahem, dressed in lingerie. I knew exactly what I needed to do, to get what I wanted. He had a tendency to play hard to get, and I wasn't taking no for an answer. I lotioned up splashed a bit of Chloe on my body and pulled my hair up in a bun. Five minutes later, he was knocking on the door. I jumped off the bed, opened the door, and to my surprise, he was carrying a baby and a diaper bag.

Yeah, my vag dried up instantly.

Now, Mr. Right claims that he does not have any children and that he is single. I don't understand, why he would bring a baby on a date, with a girl that you rarely see. So, I asked him, WTF is up with the baby? A three month old baby at that.

He claims that this kid, was his cousin's baby, and his "godchild" and he was babysitting. I asked why he didn’t tell me about this prior to coming back. He gave the following excuses:

1. He was on his way to see me, and then his cousin called, panicking because he needed a babysitter.
2. Once he picked the baby up, he tried to call me and realized his cell phone battery died.
3. He didn't think that I would mind and he wanted me to meet this alleged godson/cousin.

Hmmm. Not buying it. However, I decided to make a mental note of this bizarre encounter and just enjoy the rest of the date. While we had another great day, with a 3 month old baby (who by the way was absolutely adorable and VERY GOOD), I noticed some things.

1. He knew the placement of every object in the diaper bag.
2. He knew things about the baby that only the parents would know.
3. The way that he looked and interacted with him, I wanted to scream and say: "Mr. Right. You are the Father"

So, almost six months later, he is still adamant that this child does not belong to him. The jury, however, is still out on that. #Kanyeshrug