TaiChi Pregnancy
TaiChi and I went out to dinner last night for burgers at Stand and the conversation inevitably turned to women. As my wing and a natural red blooded Latino male, TaiChi has, for many years, been a partner in crime and wing. We've gotten into a fair bit of fun together, talking to strange women in bars, on the street, in parks, at the movies, wherever. TaiChi approaches with Machismo, and I lean back like a spider in his web, waiting as they are driven to the more harmless looking of the two of us. And then I strike.
Imagine my surprise last night when he revealed that his girlfriend of four months, the one from Ireland, is pregnant. And he's the father. And they're getting married after the birth.
What?
Apparently, European is the new blond.
We had a long talk about his proclivities, his impending fatherhood, my lifestyle choices, his choices, and at the end of the day, I'm happy for him. I'm surprised, I have to admit - he struck me as a perennial bachelor. But I met his girl, or bird as she would call herself, and the two of them together were pretty good. They got along well, she made him happy and kept him on the path.
I wish him well.
As we were leaving dinner and walking through Union Square, I pointed out the upside of this for me, which is that he's not going to be able to fight his nature, he's going to continue to rampantly flirt. And there I will be, looking harmless, like a spider in my web, waiting.