It is as if they sense me coming.
I push open the door and, the women in the room move that much closer to their spouse.
They close ranks. They engage in couple talk. They send out the message, consciously or not, that "This man is taken!"
And perhaps this is all a figment of my imagination. Does it ever happen to you?
Admittedly, my situation is a bit different than most.
I live in an area in which most kids have both parents living at home. Yes, the divorce rate, according to the census, suggests that more than half of marriages end in divorce and a fairly high percentage of kids live with just one parent. Well, not in my neighborhood. Throughout the seven years of my daughter's life, we have known just two other kids with single parents in this area.
This is truly not an issue. The Diva doesn't care. This year she was not only the only child in a single parent home but she was the only "only" child in her class, the latter of which is a first.
The stats also don't bother me in the sense that you might think. I am not one of those that enters a room of couples and feels like I am missing out. I think it is nice that they have someone and well, I am fine with the fact that I don't.
The aspect that gets under my skin is the feeling as described above.
I am not the average mom. I admit it. When I attend functions etc I dress as I do in the office, which is not power suits and femininity hiding attire. I wear tailored dresses, heals, and am quite comfortable being the woman that I am.
That said, I am not a threat, not a predator, not a black widow, nor am I the pariah that some of these women might perceive me to be.
Yes, I know that the dads appreciate my figure (and who could blame them (smile)) and yes, they flirt. I flirt right back. It is, after all, a social setting, our kids are friends, and it is all in good fun. I think that the mothers know this as when the men are not around, everything is perfectly fine - conversations about kids, jeans, shoes, pregnancy, school... you know, mom conversations.
And yet, when the men are there, the air in the room changes.
perhaps, in the end, I am just imagining this. I am, after all, the only single parent in the room. Maybe my antenna is up just a bit too high or tuned a bit too much?
In any case, for the record ladies, I am not after your husbands.