Now my problem comes in with dating. Most guys as single parents have a lot more free time “with out kids” than I do. On the day’s I don’t have Hailey, I’m usually doing something for work or just relaxing, which is always needed. The time I do find to date it usually with Ms. RIght Now. But I’m not looking for Ms Right Now i’m looking for Mrs Right. IF you have read my previous post lost keys, you know that I don’t really look in the usual places , that you might find a date. Or should I. The last girl I was on a date with I met at a bar. Wasn’t intetionally looking for a date. I just went there to hang out with my friend, his girlfriend, and her friend. I really do like the girl, she is nice, funny, adventurous, and well naughty. But comes all my fears, do I let her meet Hailey, what about my family, do I think she will be good to have around Hailey for the forseable future. Typical questions of a single parent I suppose.

But can a woman really date a single dad? Does it get in the way? How does it affect their view of you? I mean sometimes I felt like I have the plague, when I tell a girl I’m interested in that I have a daughter. Me telling them that I have a child usually throws them off, I see it in the face and posture as the adjust to hearing “daughter” But for some strange reason I don’t see the same body language from women who have children. How do women view single dads?

I know that I as a man, viewed singles moms thanks to ‘American Pie’ as hot MILFs, that turned me on. (This was prechild by the way) Even as my adolecent view torwards single moms guided me, I still thought that if chance be that I fell in love with a signle mom, that I could handle it. Which I still think I can. It’s funny but ever since I broke up with my ex and when I was ready to start dating, I thought hmm I can relate to single moms better.

I think I’ve rambled a bit. The main question I’m trying to figure out is do women view single dads differntly than how men view single moms?

I’m glad you were immature and ignored me because as I see it now you are still that immature little girl I met oh so many years ago. Thank you for saving me from what could have been a life of many many regrets.

There is a level of difficulty that you don’t think about. Hey I have to turn the phone to get it to move. It’s pretty awkward but once you get use to it you are having laods of fun.

As far as the game, think PS1 or PSP graphics. Great when compared to other mobile platforms. Controls are easy to use, you just turn the phone the way you want to turn. Levels are challenging. Story mode is by far the most challenging for me right now. It got me frustrated a couple of times.

I give this a BUY Rating.

Cold water splashes my face, jolting me back to consciousness and starring at me through the mirror, a person I’ve yet to know. Something was different about that face, something had changed, it looked tired and weary with the days of past. I got dressed the same way I had done the mornings before, but this morning was different I was requested to go on an overnight reconnaissance mission. I strapped my ruck to my back slung my weapon over my shoulder, tapped my magazines to make sure they were full and ready if needed.. I met up with my translator and the the platoon that was to be my security for the two day mission. We were then given the mission brief of where we were going, rest points, and protocol for what we may encounter.
ZERO FIVE THIRTY, a patrol went out.
ZERO SIX HUNDRED, my patrol left the compound, making it’s way on foot through a maze of concertina wire to the doorstep of uncertainty. The day was cooler than usual, which was a blessing since the days prior were in the high 130’s. We walked through the web of streets packed down with dirt to a major road. Crossing the road one guy would face the other way, then another would face the opposite way “covering” us as we crossed the road. Following us for a ways was “Mista Mista chocoolata? Mista” accompanied by the faces of little people who weren’t afraid of the metal objects we had slung over shoulders.
High noon the sun was glaring down on us, beads of sweat created salt trails down our faces. We had been waking for miles through fields of tomatoes, cucumbers, and potatoes, it was time to rest our feet. We had come upon a field that had several trees that provided shade and a place to lean on. As we say there our minds wonder about home, what our families and friends where doing at this very instant, about the girl we left behind, and of course will we have to engage the enemy. We shared our food, beef jerky, crackers, cheese, powdered drink mix, what one had packed was now everyone’s. After thirty minutes of rest we head out on another multi-mile walk. A few fields later we came upon a foot hill, were a top of the hill was a rusted red tractor next to a house. As we approached the top of the hill, just before we were about to cross the road that laid there at the top of the hill. Suddenly piercing sounds of metal flying trough the air surrounded the land. A quick thought, we all fell to the ground, the foot hill helping us play hide and seek with death. Quickly it became clear that we were not the target of death.
“Hey are there any other friendlies in the area” At the moment we did not know whether it was a coalition unit that was being fired upon or if it was just an attack on the local tribe by some other tribe. During the process of figuring out the situation we retreated to the house with the red tractor next to it. It provide protection and a vantage point that we needed to see what was going on. A group of school children had just walked from the direction of the fire fight. With my interpreter and a few guys for security, I went to ask the children a few questions about what was going on and if they had seen anything. Through the questioning we had determined that a patrol of 9 men on foot had walked through the are not to long ago and had been engaged in a n abuse. Thirty minutes of chatter back and forth on the radios a tracked vehicle picked us up from our location to take us to the site of the ambush.
The door opened, bringing a sense of urgency with the rays of light shining in. Apparently during the ambush three soldiers had fallen into the canal. Now the canal at first glance looks fairly shallow but in all actuality it is about ten feet deep and that just half full. Two of the soldiers had been able to get get out of the canal but the third was last seen going under never to resurface again. a few of us striped down to just our pants, jumping into the frigid water. A deep breathe, a few kicks our hands felt around the bottom of the canal. Inch by inch the canal floor was searched. About a half a mile down from our entry point, a kevlar helmet was found, this helmet belonging to the soldier who was unaccounted for. We frantically searched for another thirty minutes only to find a glove, a weapon, and an ammo vest. To much time had passed, the attitude quickly changed from saving a life to finding the body.

I sent this iCard to Apple Insider, one of my regular stops on the web, early on this week. I was surprised to see them put it up on the site. Who know.