Or is it wingwoman? Anyway, last night when I was feeling pretty relaxed after a glorious date with Henry on Thursday(the amazing film Hidden Figures, a delicious dinner and great conversation), I got an unexpectedly long text from him. The gist of it was that he wanted me to meet his daughters the next day, TODAY, for pizza. Why now? I'll have to ask him that because the meet up seemed rather sudden. Believe it or not, I've been fine with just the two of us, without the complications of teenage kids or the rest of our families! I slept very little last night and have been in and out of panic all day. In desperation, I contacted Alison for support, to be my "wingwoman." Thankfully, her skiing got cancelled today, thus she could show up at the restaurant with me, where we acted (at times) like idiots. When I had to use the bathroom before they came, she panicked, in case she had to deal with Henry and his daughters by herself. :) People kept coming in the door, and she didn't know if it was them or not. Even when I got back, she thought an overweight man with a beard could be him, which was a huge laugh, since Henry is thin. Then they arrived, and although there were definitely awkward moments, it went fairly well. Henry and Alison got along great, which was an added bonus. Probably as a release from tension, I cried all the way home in the car with Alison because I wanted it to be PERFECT, and it definitely wasn't. But it was a positive step forward. As I told Alison, if I didn't want him in my life and if he didn't mean anything to me, it would have been easy because I wouldn't have cared. That's how life is. The more you are engaged in it, the more it can hurt. We'll see where the relationships go from here, but we ended the evening with hugs all around. I'm certainly hoping for positive things, and much more Henry time. Time will tell, eh?