I was standing in the queue for passport control at Marrakech airport when my mobile phone started to purr in my pocket.
“Sorry, can’t meet you for dinner tonight. Reservation problem.” Mr Frog
I felt like a balloon, slowly deflating. My first day. Out of the aeroplane not five minutes, and already some bad news.
“Shame,” I texted back. I thought that was suitably ambiguous. He could read into that whatever he wanted. It could mean “Oh, okay, never mind, that’s cool” but equally “Oh what a terrible shame. I’m gutted. You have ruined my holiday. And how much notice did you need that I’d be joining you, anyway? Was a month not enough?”
Later, as I meandered through the souk, hopelessly lost, wondering if I would ever find my way back to my hotel, my phone stirred in my pocket once more. This time it was a call. From Mr Frog. Goodness only knows how much Orange would be charging me for the privilege, but I sighed and picked up anyway.
“Hi, how’s it going?”
“M’kay. I’m lost. I have no idea where my hotel is. But apart from that, fine… You?”
“Good. We’re just leaving the medina actually. Heading back to our hotel for a massage.”
“Ah. Happy finish?”
“Sorry?”
“Never mind,” I said, wondering if it was really possible he could have forgotten the Christmas dinner at my parents’ place where I had one too many G&T’s and somehow ended up on the subject of Prince Charles. I don’t recall the exact definition I supplied to my confused grandma, but I’m surprised the scene was forgettable.
“Listen,” he said, “I’m sorry about tonight. N had made a reservation somewhere really posh, and he tried to add you on, but couldn’t.” I made a face which I was glad he couldn’t see, and refrained from stating the obvious, i.e. that he had known I would be joining him for A Very Long Time and this was rather A Weak Excuse.
“No worries. I’m fixed for tonight. I’m eating in my hotel. Which is lovely, by the way…”
“Oh. Right. Because I was going to offer to come out with you instead. Just the two of us.”
I ponder. A ploy to get me on my own? No. I doubt it. We lunch on our own all the time. A ploy to not see me with his friends to minimise embarrassment and awkwardness? Perhaps. Utterly pathetic organisational skills and a rather half-hearted attempt to make amends? Most likely explanation.
“No. It’s fine. Really. You go out with your friends and I’ll eat in my hotel. Have a lovely holiday. And tell me if you get anything for Tadpole, so I don’t end up buying her the same thing.”
So folks, I’m afraid that is the story. A bit of an anti-climax for all concerned. And proof, if such a thing were needed, that people never change.
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Comment by Andy — March 14, 2007 @ 9:02 pm
That really sucks. The suspense we all went through waiting for the story – well, I’m sure it doesn’t compare to the suspense (and letdown) you felt at the actual non-event.
I’d say you more than managed on your own!
Comment by BlondebutBright — March 14, 2007 @ 9:06 pm
enidd thinks petite was secretly looking forward to that dinner? a shame for you it didn’t happen, if that was the case.
Comment by enidd — March 14, 2007 @ 9:12 pm
Too bad it didn’t work out; the romantic in me couldn’t help but jump to the immediate conclusion that it was a case of the former, even if the latter was the more likely. Travelling can so often drive a person towards -anything- familiar, even if the situation is dubious, so good on you for sticking to your independent plan instead of letting your night be dictated by his whims. Well played!
Comment by jen — March 14, 2007 @ 9:41 pm
Men!
And I’m one of them.
Comment by Jeremy Jacobs — March 14, 2007 @ 10:06 pm
I see you doing the same kind of in-depth analysis of a situation/behaviour as I do with my partners, past and present. How do we stop ourselves from being somewhat neurotic when it comes to relationships? Sigh…
Comment by Tina T — March 14, 2007 @ 10:08 pm
Poor, poor little balloon…x
A miserable and deflating denoument, but I do sense a subtle current stirring beneath the surface.
Indigestion perhaps…
A happy ‘ending’ – oh dear.
Comment by claire — March 14, 2007 @ 10:17 pm
Hmmm. Who knows ey? Who knows. They are a mystery.
Comment by Sister Louise — March 14, 2007 @ 11:00 pm
Does Mr Frog read your blog? I hope comments from your fanbase didn’t scare him off!
And that’s not why, by any chance, the picture of the ‘frog pacifier’ is no longer on the babydagny ad?
You kept your head held high, well done.
Best wishes.
Comment by LKH — March 14, 2007 @ 11:09 pm
‘some’ people never change. Some.
Comment by andre — March 14, 2007 @ 11:09 pm
actually, i think that was good work. mysterious, independent, self-sufficient … who could resist a woman like that?
Comment by mad muthas — March 14, 2007 @ 11:51 pm
I was sort of pulling for the two of you. Oh well. Hope it did not put a damper on your trip.
Comment by Mad William — March 15, 2007 @ 12:35 am
Petite, your last sentence…was this written with latent hopes that he would read it? Particularly, since you mentioned earlier that he still reads your blog?..
On another note, I can imagine no matter how cohesive the friendship is now, it must be difficult for him to have to mix this “situation” with his friends…I feel bad for him. It must be difficult.
Comment by Mlle Smith — March 15, 2007 @ 2:57 am
I was really thinking that this would lead to a reconcilation. I am such a naïve romantic. Even though I keep getting burned.
Comment by OntheCusp — March 15, 2007 @ 3:48 am
Sad story! :( Let’s focus on the next one. Not the last one :)
Comment by bart — March 15, 2007 @ 4:44 am
I was waiting for this! Oh hun… hope you weren’t too disappointed and neither was he.
Comment by petit_litchi — March 15, 2007 @ 7:42 am
I’m sat here on the train to work at some ungodly hour, with a big toothy grin across my face.
Comment by Jonathan — March 15, 2007 @ 8:22 am
I agree with Bart — and not the others who continue to hold a torch for The Frog. For a moment I was like them, hoping for a reconciliation, but really, like you pointed out, after a certain age people just don’t change. You only end up flogging yourself. For how long is really the only question.
What a jerk. I’m sorry. But my silent reaction was even stronger after I read your report. His lame excuses pissed ME off on your behalf. You played it well. Stay strong.
Comment by amy — March 15, 2007 @ 9:07 am
I am sure that at whatsoever restaurant they would have found a place for you!
Comment by Lost in France — March 15, 2007 @ 9:12 am
Now, no Mr Frog bashing please. He is one of my best friends and I want things to stay that way. I knew he was on a “boys’ holiday” and that meeting up might cramp their style. And as we are not together, I don’t have the right to criticise his “organisational skills” unless I am talking about him in relation to his Tadpole duties, I just accept them as a fact of life.
I’m absolutely not bitter about this. My first thought was “oh no! I was going to get a good post out of that!”
Comment by petite — March 15, 2007 @ 9:15 am
ahhh – the blogger never rests! in fact, you DID get a good post out of it … and we’re all still in suspense
x
Comment by mad muthas — March 15, 2007 @ 9:32 am
What a wally!
Comment by Cal — March 15, 2007 @ 10:32 am
I’m sorry, I apologize.
I like you so much, dare I say I love and admire you (in a non-lesbionic way–please), and I know it’s all platonic but still, transparently flakey men always get my goat.
But you’re so nice about it. And that’s one of so many reasons we love you so much.
Comment by amy — March 15, 2007 @ 10:49 am
I agree with mad muthas: this is a good post. It is about real life experiences.
Comment by alcessa — March 15, 2007 @ 10:57 am
It is so much better to stay on good terms with your ex especially when a child is concerned. However, I can understand Mr Frog being a bit embarrassed at meeting up with you on a boys’ only holiday and maybe his friends expressed their reluctance to include you after he had invited you (he may even have thought he could persuade them to change their minds) – hence his offer to have dinner a deux.
I think you both came out of this situation well and your friendly relationship remains intact.
Comment by sablonneuse — March 15, 2007 @ 11:11 am
“I ponder. A ploy to get me on my own? No. I doubt it. We lunch on our own all the time. A ploy to not see me with his friends to minimise embarrassment and awkwardness? Perhaps. Utterly pathetic organisational skills and a rather half-hearted attempt to make amends? Most likely explanation.” -> what about just a try to help with the situation as he was feeling guilty after the text message “Shame” (isn’t it what you were looking for anyway?)? I would probably have done exactly the same thing if I thought that I was hurting someone I care about.
Comment by Vonric — March 15, 2007 @ 11:23 am
Games games and more games. When will it ever end?
“Oh. Right. Because I was going to offer to come out with you instead. Just the two of us.”
This is scripted drama
You thought he might think that he ruined your holiday
“I’m gutted. You have ruined my holiday.”
Excuse me but didn’t you ruin his life? You got married had a child with the man, I don’t know if it is in that order but “peu import” and then you leave him for someone who you meet on a blog that lasts the time of a blink.
For me if I might, you’re both sticking your toes in the water to test the temperature. Either leave the beach or take the plunge.
But then again that would take away the suspense.
PS – I think you are an exceptionally talented writer
Comment by rocket — March 15, 2007 @ 11:32 am
Did I miss something or did he offer to drop his plans to dine out with you because he couldn’t get yoiu to join his party that night?
Women too often try to read between the lines where there actually is nothing written. Guys are simple creatures, which complicated ones often fail to understand.
Comment by Boris — March 15, 2007 @ 11:41 am
rocket
thank you for the ps
correction: never married (irrelevant, I know) and if the blink of an eye = 11 months, then yes, it was exactly that.
Comment by petite — March 15, 2007 @ 11:59 am
Just shows why it would never work between his moral frailty and your inner strength.
Comment by Parkin Pig — March 15, 2007 @ 12:56 pm
I am with Boris and to a lesser degree Rocket.
MrF offers to change his plans and you dont because you think it would make a good blog post.
That is both bogus and sad.
Comment by Billyboy — March 15, 2007 @ 2:23 pm
rocket – “ruined his life” is a bit harsh and exaggerated, don’t you think?
There’s nothing wrong with testing the waters. Life is uncertain. You can’t dictate someone’s choices.
Comment by nataliya — March 15, 2007 @ 2:38 pm
Despite my earlier assessment many weeks back, I think Parkin Pig has fallen in love with you Petite! Are you marriageable material Parkin?
…………..and……you did get a good blog out of it anyway!!
Mr. Frog’s loss………….
We’ll wait for the next episode though with baited breath!
Comment by Sally Lomax — March 15, 2007 @ 2:41 pm
Can you imagine the conversation Mr Frog might have had with his mates:
Hey guys can we make room for my ex… you know the one who ran off with blah de blah…
or
Hey guys I’m not coming out tonight because I’m having dinner with my ex, the one who blah de blah…
Besides, if you were in his position what would make you have another go at it? If he had set everything up for a romantic North African candlelit dinner wouldn’t he be running the risk of being the jerk who didn’t get the message first time round?
I’m aiming this at the commenters rather than petite to be honest. They are very quick to have a pop at Mr Frog who has done nothing worse than continue to be a friend under circumstances that many blokes would be unable to cope with at all.
And let’s face it, if the major part of the disappointment was that it denied petite an interesting post for her blog then probably Mr Frog made the right decision/mistake/organisational fumble in not being available for a meal.
It seems that these days we are much more comfortable telling people we don’t care than telling them we do…
Comment by U-man Bean — March 15, 2007 @ 2:54 pm
Offered to ditch his friends! New respect for Mr. Frog.
Comment by Jem — March 15, 2007 @ 5:07 pm
“It seems that these days we are much more comfortable telling people we don’t care than telling them we do…” I couldn’t agree more U-man Bean and I find it rather sad.
I do think that Mr Frog seems to be a thoroughly decent sort and it’s nice that Petite jumps to his defence as she does. The only thing that perturbs me slightly is that I’ve never known a restaurant turn down one diner as an addition to a pre-booked table, they are usually only too pleased to oblige…are you sure this wasn’t a ploy by Mr Frog to have a romantic dinner with just you!?
Comment by Lydia — March 15, 2007 @ 5:31 pm
“I’m absolutely not bitter about this. My first thought was “oh no! I was going to get a good post out of that!””
Uh oh……you know what this means, don’t you? Mr. Frog has morphed from your “boy toy” to your “writing toy.” ;-)
Comment by Dave of the Lake — March 15, 2007 @ 6:20 pm
Changing the subject comepletely and if I may be so rude, can anyone who has read On Beauty visit my blog and tell me what it is about as my book club is meeting tomorrow night and I am in grave dnager of being expelled as, once again I haven’t read the frigging book: http://www.alicebandsblog.blogspot.com Thank you so much Petite. What was it that made you leave Mr Frog then? I know about Jim, but what had happened between you and Mr Frog? Might it have been post baby trauma – what I mean is our identity is sometimes camaflouged under a mountain of domesticity when we become parents and sometimes a little extra curricular attention is irresistable?
Comment by Welsh Cake — March 15, 2007 @ 6:41 pm
Hi guys! Like my take on matter is that this character Mr Frog has had it up to his eyeballs with being used as raw material for your weblog and fawning readership. Like he’s on holiday for fuck sake and you expect him to turn up so you can tell a story about him afterwards elsewhere. Like, HELLO?
I too would have opted for a massage (body-body preferably)
Comment by Trevor — March 15, 2007 @ 7:13 pm
Nataliya #32
Please reread my post. “ruined his life” This is quoted from Petite’s post
Comment by rocket — March 15, 2007 @ 9:09 pm
He said the friend made the reservations – perhaps he asked N to add you, but N did not call in time. (pushing the blame one layer removed from Mr. Frog)
Comment by Alice — March 15, 2007 @ 9:18 pm
for Lydia – we have several restaurants here in DC (he did say it was a posh one) that require 6 – 8 weeks notice to change a reservation, and sometimes a credit card number up front.
Comment by Alice — March 15, 2007 @ 9:20 pm
You said
“Perhaps. Utterly pathetic organisational skills and a rather half-hearted attempt to make amends? Most likely explanation.”
You know Petite, to be perfectly honest, we men are getting fed up with never being good enough for a certain category of women that put the bar up so high that no man could attain it unless they reduced themselves to playing hide and seek in order to keep the suspense at a max.
I wrote sometime back that you couldn’t make a clean break. Of course you have a child together and you will always have to keep some type of relation with this poor Mr. Frog for the benefit of Mr. Kite(ie tadpole) But what are you looking for? What can’t be discussed in Paris that would need to be discussed in Marrakesh under the 1001 nights.
Comment by rocket — March 15, 2007 @ 9:25 pm
someday your prince will come and he will be nothing like you’ve imagined – he never is…
Comment by dawn — March 16, 2007 @ 12:02 am
What a dud… You’re better off without him.
Comment by girlanddog — March 16, 2007 @ 1:20 am
Petite – I’m sorry he let you down. Nobody likes being dumped/forgotten/sidelined/whatever.
But you know, he’s a reliable father. And you were his unreliable woman, so I guess you have to expect the same sort of treatment back from him.
When T/pole is eleven or twelve with her own social set, maybe you’ll get a relationship going with a man again.
It’s something to look forward to when you’re finished with the vagina-themed parties and crushing hangovers.
Personally, I think all writers are hell to live with.
But then, who asked me??!!
Comment by andrew — March 16, 2007 @ 1:45 am
Oh sigh. It’s a very good thing you did not have dinner. Which might have led to drinks. Which might have led to a walk back to help find a hotel. Which might have led to star gazing. Which COULD have led to another drink outside at a table for two. Which could have led to reminiscing, a tender squeeze of the hand,,,,,a warm knee brushed against another. A smile, a nuzzle, a sweet, tingly remembered kiss,,,,a shy look of excitement, a dreamy floating to a hotel room, where cool sheets welcomed sun kissed bodies,,,,,which would lead to a solo holiday spent non-solo, a complicated living situation in the adorable little closet of your apartment, another attempt at long term romance, and a belated realization that,,,,,”well some people never really do change do they”.
You didn’t miss dinner Petite! You missed a big ole pain in the hiney! YEA!
Comment by beaunejewels — March 16, 2007 @ 1:59 am
Oh Petite, at least he tried to make amends.
Personally, I am more amused by the other side of the story – his mates rolling their eyes and teasing him about not being able to go on holidays without you.
Comment by Damian — March 16, 2007 @ 2:06 am
Hi, girl!
It´s my first time visiting this blog, and I just love it!!! And don´t worry about HIM… Things will get better…
Bisous d´une petite brésilienne
Ju Cozar
Comment by Ju cozar — March 16, 2007 @ 3:59 am
whoa…this is better than Days of Our Lives :)
chins up petite!
Comment by Twiggy — March 16, 2007 @ 4:00 am
“You know Petite, to be perfectly honest, we men are getting fed up with never being good enough for a certain category of women that put the bar up so high that no man could attain it unless they reduced themselves to playing hide and seek in order to keep the suspense at a max.”
We men? Don’t presume to speak for all of us rocket. If you are having a problem with the way petite conducts her life, grow a set of cojones and take ownership of it. You sound more intimidated than anything else.
Comment by Dave of the Lake — March 16, 2007 @ 5:23 am
#29 “blink of an eye”, Sometimes the “blink” thing is something worth living, just because living is what it’s all about.. Whatever painfull and shitless scary, that may be what’s missing, apparently… blinks.. healing ones.
Were you really expecting that much from “first holiday meeting” or were you just interested (giving a chance to) in meeting outside what represents your daily life… Sometimes, re-discovering someone may just be a matter of geographic situation, however, in your case, it didn’t seemed to just happen.
You look like you were ready for that kindda failure in meeting “far from home” someone who very obviously will belong to “home” for the next 15 years, as it’s just Tadpoles’ father(non restrictive definition).
Lot of puzzling questions still to be solved… just to appreciate furthermore your billets d’humeurs for the human aspect they/you carry.
Regards.
PS: BTW, childbearing hips *are* a sensual and an intimidating/attractive element of what makes you… you! Et le contraste entre une personne “numérique”(blogger) et la personne réelle est saisissant tout autant que troublant!
Regards.
Comment by Mardo — March 16, 2007 @ 5:27 am
Hey Dave.
tengo cojones amigo, desde hace mucho tiempo y tu.
If you like getting dumped on go right ahead.
Comment by rocket — March 16, 2007 @ 9:56 am
Trevor, I’m with you on the body to body massage – I had one when I was in Bangkok – very rejuvenating.
Comment by Sue — March 16, 2007 @ 9:58 am
This story is a let-down!
I demand a refund!
At least this avoided the potential for any awkward situations.
Comment by Hywel Mallett — March 16, 2007 @ 11:17 am
I think most of us (readers) are romantics and want the happy ending with you and Mr. Frog working it all out. Then, we can go back to believing in fairytales. :)
Comment by Pumpkin — March 16, 2007 @ 11:46 am
I have at last exhaled! Breath holding for several weeks while awaiting the outcome of this intended trieste was killing me.
I didn’t get my “wish you were here” card from Morrocco from you, can you send me one from Switzerland? Oh, and some chocolate and duty free cigarettes? Does that apply in Switzerland. I’ll pay of course.
Enjoy the next trip PEtite. Where’s tadpole? Still at her grandparents?
Comment by Jez — March 16, 2007 @ 11:59 am
My take on it was that Mr. Frog was trying to act decently by calling to see if you were all right. Perhaps his friends “didn’t” want you to go to the dinner? If they are “his” friends, perhaps they feel protective of him since you left him. You did write that you wondered how they would react to you. Perhaps you got your answer?
I don’t know if you and Mr. Frog are right for each other or not. I do know that it is good that you remain friends because of Tadpole. Never underestimate how much Tadpole needs two parents who get along.
If there is a chance that you and Mr. Frog can work out your differences, then that would be great–especially for Tadpole. But if either you or Mr. Frog are flirting with the idea of going back to each other because neither of you have met anyone else yet…well, that is just a stirring of the waters and prolonging the inevitable.
Comment by Elle — March 16, 2007 @ 12:37 pm
As had been said before, men are simple creatures, and I’m sure that Mr Frog was being honest. Note to Lydia (post 36) – I’m been turned down several times before as an additional diner to a pre-booked table (I live in France) as some restaurants are quite small – an extra person added onto a table of 4 would mean having to add an extra table (sitting 2 people).
Petite, Mr Frog knew you would be eating on your own so offered to keep you company. I think that is sweet. He doesn’t seem like the type of guy to be devious.
Comment by Karen — March 16, 2007 @ 1:32 pm
rocket #40 – I think petite said “ruined my holiday”, as in her speaking to Mr Frog… “Oh what a terrible shame. I’m gutted. You have ruined my holiday. And how much notice did you need that I’d be joining you, anyway? Was a month not enough?”
Which post are you talking about?
Comment by nataliya — March 16, 2007 @ 2:30 pm
I was disappointed by my ex several times until it hit me-duh-why would he change the way he did things just because some time had passed? I don’t think your exfrog is a jerk-mine was. I learned never to expect anything of him and it has made me much happier. And my life got much, much better once he was no longer in it except in a peripheral way because of our children. I’m guessing you ex offered to take you to dinner knowing you would say no. Just my take.
Comment by Linda — March 16, 2007 @ 3:24 pm
Re fitting an extra person on a table in a restaurant, I’ve never heard such rubbish – if I was in the situation Mr Frog found himself in I would simply say that we are visitors from France and this is our only chance to meet up with old friends…no restaurant worth its salt is going to turn anyone down under those circumstances…if they had I would choose another restaurant.
Andrew…I don’t know what you mean “Tadpole will get her own social set when she is 11 or 12, in my experience children get their own social set when they are three or four years old and what relevance does that have on any relationship Petite might enter into?
I have no truck with you, Vonric.
Comment by Lydia — March 16, 2007 @ 4:18 pm
Hi Nataliya N° 60
I don’t understand why she would think that Mr. Frog ruined her holiday as it was a solo holiday at the outset so even if Mr. Frog used a fabricated excuse and didn’t have the courage just to tell her that he wasn’t interested, I don’t understand why she would be in a state of expectation to meet up with him. Doesn’t he live across the street
In fact I have to agree wholeheartedly with Beaunejewels N° 47. One thing could lead to another to another and the next thing you know you’re drunk and under the sheets. Best thing to do if you don’t want to go there or been there done that is stay away.
“la chair est faible”
But this is an interesting post regardless.
Comment by rocket — March 16, 2007 @ 5:02 pm
I must be the least romantic person I know. I had no idea there were long-time readers pulling for a reconciliation. I’m relatively new but a faithful reader and had no such thought in mind. Perhaps I’ve seen too many failed reconciliations to think there’s anything romantic about them….
Comment by ambika — March 16, 2007 @ 5:33 pm
Weird seeing your personal life being discussed via the comments box… It’s quite amusing what different people pick up on and how heated arguments arise. Gosh it’s almost as if you were not here sometimes!
Comment by Ariel — March 16, 2007 @ 8:14 pm
Give it a few years Petite and you’ll wish you’d never left Mr Frog – or at least stuck round long enough to have another tadpole. Speaking from experience here. I’m mid-30s and have all but given up hope. And there’s a lovely man in my past that I left to check out those faraway (wanker) fields. Live and learn! At least you have tadpole.
Comment by Amelia — March 16, 2007 @ 9:51 pm
I love how you bash the clearly valiant Mr. Frog in your post then feign indignance when others chime in. Awesome!!
Comment by sophie — March 16, 2007 @ 11:56 pm
Alright. Meeting shmeeting. Is it just me? Amy (23) snuck in a non Microsoft word back there. Lesbionic. A word full of unexplored layers.
I just wondered what enhancements you could get for six million dollars in the naughties. …..Oh bugger it is just me isn’t it. I am determined to be shallow.
Comment by meredic — March 17, 2007 @ 7:29 am
Oh my Rocket! It’s pleasant you agreed with my post, however I was simply trying to spin the results of the non-dinner in a positive vein. I’m a dreamer. I’m a romantic. I think there could be no more fantastic love story, than for Petite and Mr. Frog to see each other walking along the street to meet up, and suddenly with fireworks and stars in their eyes, realize that they were ever so meant to be, that Mr. Frog’s quirks were completely endearing to Petite, as hers were to him. That into the distance walked Mr. Frog, holding Tadpole, and Petite close to him, as the sunset over the Seine and Pont Neuf, bathe the three of them in an angelic golden halo of happily ever after. Phew, there. My earlier post was simply trying to make the best of what had, or rather had not happened.
Comment by beaunejewels — March 17, 2007 @ 10:03 pm
Petite, shall we just be English and have you give me a thorough caning. Others opt for Cricket and stuff like that when abroad. But my opinion is that we should go the full hog!
Comment by Trevor — March 18, 2007 @ 1:08 pm
I think offering to go our for dinner alone with you was sweet, and proof that he may, after all, have changed ? Don’t forget it’s the leopard that doesn’t change his spots, not the frog…
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Comment by Helena Frith Powell — March 19, 2007 @ 10:05 am
Petite, I really like the glimpses I have of you through your blog, but you also confuse and worry me. Why would you even want to go out with M. Frog while you are on vacation? I think you are subconsciously conflicted about your separation. Maintaining a good relationship with Tadpole’s father is one thing—having a lot of contact with him that is not necessary in your parenting of Tadpole is another. It is very possible to be cordial, friendly, and cooperative without having multiple meals together alone, making plans to meet up on vacations, long phone conversations—-you know what I mean.
Take some time and explore this idea. I really think it would help you sort out things.
Comment by Masie — March 20, 2007 @ 3:13 pm