ONE BABY-DADDY IS ENOUGH!

You know something? When someone hits on you or flatters you with kindness, it can feel pretty good. I don’t care who you are, when someone compliments you, it’s an ego boost. However, there are times when the flattery is totally, and without a doubt, unnecessary,  rude or even disturbing. Yes, I have had my share of being on the receiving end of flattering remarks in my twenty-nine years of life. But it’s funny, the disturbing remarks are the ones that I remember most.  
Example:
I was in the last stage of my pregnancy and utterly miserable working every freaking day. I was at the point where nothing made me happy. I was damn near the size of an Orca whale, nothing fit me right – I may have been better off wearing a damn bed sheet or burlap sack, at least it would have been more comfortable! I not only had the clothing or size issue to deal with, but I was moody and tired as hell! The last place I wanted to be was at work, with my fat ass sitting in a hard, butt-flattening chair, as co-workers pass by me and comment on my increasing girth.
I don’t know what it was this particular day, but I was feeling a little nauseous  and the thought of a nice plush queen size bed with two firm, standard size pillows, made me think of paradise. I lasted as long as I could, until I felt like I would pass out or throw up, whichever came first. Just picture me sitting at an L-shaped work station, with my head face down on the keyboard,   long and hard enough for the F, G and H keys   to implant themselves deep into my forehead as though I were a freaking horned animal. Not a pretty picture. Before I succumbed to total uselessness, I decided that it would be best for me to grab my things and head towards the nearest exit and proceed home. It’s not like I was doing anybody any good just sitting there, staring at a blank screen like I was in some sort of hypnotized state.
I informed my supervisor and co-worker that I needed to bounce. They agreed.  What else could they do? It makes absolutely no sense to argue with a rundown, substantially hefty pregnant woman that could spew her early morning breakfast with a snap of a finger. Besides, they’re men and they have no idea what pregnancy does to a woman, especially the last few months of it.
Once I was packed and ready with car keys in hand, I stepped outside in the scorching desert sun. As I headed to my car, I was consumed by the noise of traffic above on the freeway and the roar of the engines at the downtown bus depot. I am a focused individual and I happened to be on a mission, so of course I hadn’t noticed a gentleman speaking to me.
I had heard him say, “Excuse me”,  but assumed he was talking to himself. Working downtown, you see all types of lunatics yelling at no one in particular or homeless using the nearest bush as a urinal. I just figured this man had to be another vagrant.
This gentleman repeated himself and this time got my attention. I didn’t say anything, just looked in his general direction. The words that came out of this fool’s mouth was, “Excuse me, I just wanted to tell you that you are a beautiful pregnant lady, beautiful.”
Oh Lord! I really couldn’t take this man seriously. He was a young black man, early thirties would be my guess, wearing a pink plaid shirt, faded baggy jean shorts, white Air Force Ones, a white baseball cap shifted to the side and underneath that he had on a do-rag. I’m not finished. He had a a gold studded, pierced chin to put the icing on the cake and he was rolling a carry-on sized piece of luggage.
I was polite and responded with a thank you, even if I was thinking I just wanted him to get a move on to the damn bus station. I didn’t need this fool asking me for a ride anywhere!  Thinking he was done with his pretty pregnant lady comment, I turned to my car, but he wasn’t done.
“You are a really pretty pregnant lady. Your hair look good”, he said. 
Then he shoved his freaking fat foot in his mouth when he said, “Are you married?”
Shocked out of my mind that he really asked me some sh*t like that, I said firmly but with a slight chuckle, “Yes I am.”
His reply, “Are you two still together?”
In total disbelief, I again responded with a firm Yes!
Now this slow ass muff-nucka apparently wasn’t satisfied with my answer or he thought I was lying to his punk ass because he asked if I was sure. Check the damn County records moron! I am married and we are together!!!
A little disappointed, he did finally tell me again that I was pretty and to have a good day. Finally, I could take my married, pregnant ass home. As soon as I got in the car, I called my husband and told him what I had just experienced. His thought was, “Maybe he wanted to be someone’s daddy!”
No, thank you. One baby daddy is enough for me. Why would a man want to get with a pregnant chick anyway? I guess it’s no different than a man pursuing a women with kids, but one that’s in the womb?! Just a little disturbing for me. I’ll let you make the call as to what you think about it.