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Clarissa's Blog

An academic's opinions on feminism, politics, literature, philosophy, teaching, academia, and a lot more.

Somebody Else

There is this restaurant nearby that everybody adores. It’s so popular people line up for over an hour for a table, even on week nights. The popularity is mostly due to the owners marketing themselves as Californians, and everybody seems to think being from California is the height of chicness. N and I are not that crazy about the place because it’s quite pricey for what you get. We haven’t been back there since Klara’s birth, but we went today, for variety’s sake. 

“Hey, where have you been?” the waitress exclaimed. “I haven’t seen you in such a long time!”

“We have a baby now,” I explained. “She’s almost 18 months old.”

“Oh, congratulations!” the waiter beamed at N.

After a short pause she turned to me and asked, “He is the father, right?”

It was kind of fun to be confused for a woman who dates a guy, then has a baby with somebody else, then goes back to dating the previous guy. Made me feel young and altogether somebody else. 

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