Playdating

A woman asked for my phone number today, so that we can have a PLAYDATE. Ooooh, I hope she calls!

This has never happened to us before. We've always had the same circles of neighborhood friends, and now, someone wants a PLAYDATE with just me and Babycakes. Well, mostly Babycakes, but still. If the mom hated me, she wouldn't have asked for our phone number, right?

She's so cool, she just moved up from Berkeley and her son M. is very patient with Babycakes. He's about 2. We originally met in the sand park by our house, and I liked him right off the bat, as did Babycakes. Then I met his mom and she was unpretentious and had a sense of humor and no airs about her parenting decisions, so when she left the park, I lamely said, "Maybe we'll see each other again here!"

So lame!

Then FATE brought us together again. I was packing up Babycakes at Gymboree, and she was bringing in M., and our two kids were fighting over the bead toys when I suddenly (freakishly) grabbed her arm and said, "I KNOW WHERE WE MET BEFORE!!!"

This is the kind of behavior that occurs when a previously gregarious woman is sealed inside a house with a napping child for many hours every day, and doesn't go out at night EVER -- social ASININEDNESS. (Asininity?) Anyway, behaving in an asinine, slobbering fashion.

She handled my arm-grab in stride, and then I kind of panted after her while she brought M. into the play area and I called out, "What was your name again!??" while my sleepy child bobbled snot all over my sleeve. She told me, and then she said:

"WHY DON'T I GET YOUR PHONE NUMBER AND WE CAN DO THE PLAYDATE THING?"

I don't know why this feels so marvelous. That my year-younger daughter and my spastic self would be asked for our digits so that we could get together for a two-on-two playdate -- the ultimate in suburban social acceptance. My mind raced as I wrote down our number, thinking, "I hope our husbands like each other too!!!"

Oh, where will we go? The sand park again, for old time's sake???

Gee, I'm excited. I hope she calls.