Interesting and Informative

So, I was telling a friend about this awesome haircut experience I had the other day, and figured I might as well write about it here. I went in like I do every couple of weeks to get my haircut. I always have the kids with me, and they are usually really good to color or something while I get my haircut. The stylist (kind of a misnomer as I still have no style) and I were making small talk as she was cutting my hair. So, in the natural course of things it came out that I was divorced, that I have the kids quite often, etc. She said, "it is really an attractive quality when a Dad puts such a priority on his kids." I didn't really know what to say, so I think I said, "okay." She then went on to tell me of her many experiences dating guys who have kids (hopefully none of them were still married). She told me all about her "party" lifestyle and her very, very liberal way of thinking. She then went on to say that basically with kids, no matter what, you just come in second. She then said, "that is why if we dated, it just wouldn't work." All I could think to say at this point was "oh." In my head I was sort of thinking it would not work for a lot of reasons besides that one, but that is just me. She said, "I am not going to date someone and feel like I am second the whole time." I think I only said, "uh-huh." It was really funny. She kept ranting about how things would not work between us, and brought up many reasons why. The crazy thing is, the whole time I kept trying to remember when I asked her out. This went on for quite some time. As she was taking off my haircut superhero cape (they let really special people like me wear them, and I even wear it on my front, not my back) she said, "okay you're all set handsome!" Again I think all I said was, "okay." As I got the kids together, paid, and left, I just kept wondering what could have been. If only she would have given me a chance. We seemed to have so much in common, but she shot me down before our relationship even had a chance to blossom. I am sure I cried myself to sleep that night (yes, I know sarcasm does not translate well in typing).