I must have “Breeder” tattooed on my face somewhere.

I’m beginning to wonder.


I have a date Friday… with Rick… handpicked by me… and my shark.

If there were ever a bigger sign you need to get over him… it’s his choosing who will be replacing him, right?

Then I get another email…

Hey baby,

I have a big city mentality. I think more of the big picture as opposed to the week. Having a nice home I own and a running vehicle is more important to me than having a toy for each season and a vehicle worth more than the place I live in.

I love nice shoes but wearing them in Idaho is not much of an option. I am not one to think like a lot of girls I have met. I can’t see someone saying I want marriage and kids by the end of the year. The white picket fence, kids, and marriage at 18 years old is not attractive to me. It is now and that’s what I’m looking for in a woman. Do you want to have more kids?

I also just remembered that Fathers Day is Sunday so my dad and I will go out for dinner probably Monday. Where do you want to go Friday?


Dammit. All I can think of saying back to him is:

“Shhhhhh….. Don’t talk… I liked you so much more before you said anything” but somehow I think that could make my date on Friday a little awkward.

Let me be painfully honest.

I would love to have a delightfully scrumptious baby with the man of my dreams. You know the guy? The one that gets up in the middle of the night? The one that helps the other kids with homework because you’re nursing a baby and making dinner and canning salsa… etc…

But he doesn’t exist… unless you’re a whiny demanding bitch that wants to pass the baby off…

and that’s just not me. I’m good old fashioned territorial. If I grow it- it’s mine- and I’m not leaving it…

I’ve begun to believe I have this tattooed somewhere… because if I had a quarter for every man that emailed me asking me if I wanted to have his babies… I’d be able to maintain this fabulous single life forever…

and not wearing good shoes in Idaho…. Hmph. Makes me want to cancel.

and incidentally… I had the whole white picket fence thing… at 18…sooooooo


Ok… You cannot call me baby yet…and in all fairness- if you met a woman who told you she wanted to be married & pregnant by the end of the year, wouldn’t it scare the hell out of you? I had the picket fence at 18- and while I wouldn’t trade a minute of it, it’d definitely be easier and perhaps more… treasured… the second time around. Hopefully we all learn to value the important things more the older we get, right? I spent the last 7 years with a non-committal guy… so I sort of gave up on my second white picket fence.

I don’t know Coeur d’ Alene very well- do you have a favorite place to go?

xo Jenni

I want shark.

7 thoughts on “I must have “Breeder” tattooed on my face somewhere.

  1. Seriously?! How many dates have you been on with Rick before he chose to email you that? That’s absurd to me! I would be rather freaked out and probably not respond…props to you for responding. And lucky you to have so many boys that do want something more serious with you than sex. Many girls would probably be very very jealous…I guess what they say is true: the grass is always greener… ;]

    Thanks for sharing Jenni!

    • Not even one yet… yikes huh? Our first date is Friday.

      Oh hell- they all want to have babies with me, I keep thinking its because I love canning.

      If only they just wanted to have sex… LOL… no… I’ve figured out I can’t be casual either… maybe I just need to embrace my domesticity & marry one of these breeders.

  2. Haha, yes maybe that is true…Eh, it’ll happen when you’re ready and it sounds like you will have a fair amount of men to choose from when the time comes!

    I hope you post about how the first date with Rick goes!

    • Well how can I not go, now?

      That’s the funny thing though. My ex was so critical that I just don’t get it… it’s horrifying really… but he sort of killed my game.

      Pray for both of us- it should be interesting nonetheless.

    • That’s Jenni… with an I… because Jenny with a Y is a female donkey. Sorry. Geeky chick detail my Grandpa taught me when I was 6 and they were still trying to get me to go by Jennifer.

      My apron has been hanging around my neck all day… screaming at me that it desperately misses the floor (and you).

      Oh & I have an endless supply of shark bait at my disposal…


  3. Dave

    Babydoll think of it this way- Do you want good lookin kids? Sure… so find a hot girl to have em for ya. Its easy. Dont be impresed by these guys.

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