Take a little trip

Further evidence that procreators and nonprocreators are completely different. I talked to my boyfriend candidate recently. He’s really stressed at work, thinking of changing jobs and conflicted about his future. He says he desperately needs a vacation. I support that. A little time alone, figure out priorities, come up with an action plan. All of that could give him renewed energy.

He says he’d like to go to the desert and drop acid.

What?

Oh yeah. He believes that hallucinogens will open his mind to possibilities he hasn’t considered. I know the mere suggestion opened my mind to possibilities I hadn’t considered before.

I also told him he was talking like someone who had nothing to lose. This didn’t make any sense to him, the never married man with no children. This guy has long term intentions with me, which necessarily means becoming a stepdad at some point. Telling me you want to do big drugs is ill-advised.

I try to imagine myself – 47 year old single mom, estranged ex-husband, three children 11 years and under, marginal cash flow, a new and respectable job, aging parents, responsibilities I never dreamed that normal adults have – going out to the desert and pretending to be Jim Morrison. It’s ludicrous, high risk behavior which could lead to losing everything important to me and my family’s survival. And Jim Morrison is dead – hello.

I’m sure there are people who are thrilled to learn a fifty something guy would still be interested in mind expanding experiences. I’ll bet they don’t have children and the stench of college is still clinging to them.