There is another Mommy at Bea's preschool who I'd taken notice of, but didn't talk to for months. Not because I thought she was a jerk like Poor Me - who has proved her jerkitude several times, but that is for another post - but because she is so fucking pretty.
Like Victoria's Secret lingerie model pretty. At least as tall as my 5'9", with long straight dark hair, big round navy blue eyes, Snow White skin sans a trace of make-up, and great clothes. Not fancy great. But casual great. Shit that I would wear. And hats. Cool hats. I look like a dork in a hat. Ok fine. I look like a dork when not wearing a hat.
Pretty chicks can't be nice too right?
So. I never sought her out for chitchat as the kids pranced around the Outdoor Exploration Area.
Then Bea started talking about her son, Miles. I'd noticed Miles. Just as gorgeous as his Mama. And sweet. Bea telling me after school that she'd played house with Miles;
"He likes to be the Daddy. But sometimes he is the Mommy and I am the Daddy. And he likes to hold the baby, and change its clothes. He is a good Mommy."
I had to tell Hot Mama. That her son is the only boy that Bea talks about. That I've spied on them, and seen how well they play together.
Of course I was nervous. As if this Hot Chick was going to reject my frumpy mommy ass. But no. She was so much cooler than I'd ever expected someone of that level of hotness to be. Genuinely friendly. Easy going and real.
The next week? She sought me out to tell me that Miles talks about Bea too.
And today? After we'd helped relieve the kids of their jackets and germs from their hands, they ran off together toward the 'Housekeeping Area'. I praised her son for how well he plays with Bea. She told me that playing house is his favorite thing. He does it at home too. Plays with dolls, takes care of them like they're real babies. And;
"God bless him right? He's going to grow up to be such a kind and sensitive man. My husband doesn't love it, but I'm not about to tell my son he can't play with dolls. I'm going to nurture that side of him whether his father likes it or not."
And thus my girl crush was confirmed.
I wanna hang out with her. All the time.
And her beautiful son.
I bet Miles and Owen would get along just fine.
He'll share his fuzzy pink gloves.
And there are plenty of Princess dresses to go around.
We just won't tell the Daddies.