Baby Mama #2

Not only does Simon collect wives, he collects baby mamas. I found out through a friend of mine that he's gotten his current girlfriend pregnant. My friend wanted to break the news to me gently so she asked me out to dinner last night. She didn't want me to find out the way she did, via Facebook. Apparently, both Simon's profile picture and the baby mama's is a close up shot of the positive pee stick. (Eeewww!)



Now before you all shake your head thinking it was a mistake, I also found out that it was planned.

Planned?

PLANNED?

P.L.A.N.N.E.D?!?!?!?!

HELLOOOOOOOO? MCFLY?! Did you forget about your first daughter, for whom you can't provide child support? Did you forget you are living in your parents' basement? Did you forget you make minimum wage? Did you forget you don't own a car? Did you forget you don't even know how to file your own taxes?

Two words come to mind - mandatory sterilization.

And a few more words come to mind - thank GOD it's not me.

Bingo

I have a huge smile on my face. And it's because a man put it there last night. :)

Butterflies...

Red Flags

The Hot Docs Film Festival is in full swing, and I'm the Head Theatre Rep at the Al Green venue.

I was walking along Bloor on my way to the theatre yesterday, when I managed to catch a whiff of a guy's cologne who was walking in the opposite direction. It was Dolce & Gabbana, the exact same cologne that Simon wears.

Shudder.

My heart stopped for a good 10 seconds. I actually had to turn around to make sure it wasn't him. I knew smells could conjure up memories, but I didn't realize how strong of an association smell has with particularly bad memories.

I managed to recover from my slight heart attack and started my shift. Part of my job is making sure the directors who are in attendance are well taken care of. My 9pm screening had a director with the last name of Simon.

Double shudder.

Good thing I'm allowed to call them by their first name (Marc).

In that same screening, a young couple came with their baby boy. Of course, all of us girls were cooing over the little guy. I asked the father the baby's name. Simon.

Triple shudder.

I had to take a moment before I could regain my power of speech and continue cooing over Simon.

So, if you've taken a moment to tally, you can see there were three very distinct Simon signs. I have an eerie feeling that some sort of confrontation is going to happen. Things happen in threes for a reason. And I don't think those signs could have been any more clear.

I officially have my guard up. Here's to hoping it's just a false alarm.

Butterflies

Smiles.

Kisses.

Hugs.

Walks.

Fingers entwined.

Butterflies.