The Bad Mom

Hey dad, I have a blind date on Friday.How do you know this guy?

I met him at school.

If you know him, it’s not a blind date.

It is if he’s blind.

I went to alternative high school that focused on job training which was segregated with adults. We were treated as adults with an open campus and a smoking section which is where I hung out. Everyone knew “Big John” and his seeing eye dog, Bernie. He was like 6′5, wore combat boot and aviator sunglasses and would always let me bum a smoke. He was really nice and asked me for my phone number. This was before cell phones, so messages were public domain.

Hi Molly, it’s Big John. I want you to come over so I can cook you dinner.

Ok harmless enough. I thought but the messages continued….

Hi sweetie, I was just telling my mom that you’re my new girlfriend and she wants to meet you.

Wait, what happened? When did I become his girl? I just agreed to friendly dinner, I’m fat, I don’t turn down meals, although he didn’t know that.

I avoided 12 messages that weekend that got progressively worse. The last message was Big John melting down.

Way to immature to straighten out the situation I just hid.

Monday morning Big John walked the campus yelling my name.

Evil boys would try to direct Big John in my direction and I would run away. For weeks I wouldn’t go near him fearing he would find me by my scent if not him the dog.

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