Excerpt:
You broke up with me
and you suck
I’m moving
but I’m hurting
– Tune in the style of Dashboard Confessional, a la Ba.D. 4/1/04
When I met Ba.D. (“Baby Daddy”) on April 1, 2004, I was six weeks from graduating law school and moving to Japan. I kept stopping our conversation to write on napkins the many things he said that make me laugh.
The next day, I summed up my impressions as follows:
[Ba.D.] may have been wearing a morbid tie, but that was the only thing morbid about him.
When I wrote that assessment, I had no way of knowing its subject would five years–to the day–later announce his very real impending fatherhood. To my motherhood. On April Fool’s Day.
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