But Not That Peculiar (Pt. II)

Erin and I share some commonalities. We have the same birthday. We are both hilariously funny and beautiful. Our first husbands are both named Scott. Neither of us like her first husband. We have both had incredibly strange experiences in our dating years. But my stories always topped hers. I was single longer and I was a creep-magnet.

I'm not proud of it but I'll take ownership.

In her late twenties, Erin re-entered the dating world but with two small children in tow. Besides the initial few months, Erin lacked the creep-magnetism and settled into dating some pretty high quality guys. But in those initial few months, she managed to top my strangest dating story which is no small feat.

Erin's new single friends tried to ease her in slowly. They took her to a dance joint where she met a guy that seemed pretty decent. He was also in his late 20s, divorced, and had small children. They met often at the dance place. They hung out. He met her children at her place. She decided she didn't like him as much and wanted to break it off.

He called her one day and invited her to his house. Technically, it was his father's house but he was staying there.

As she drove to his house at the mouth of the canyon, she rehearsed how she would tell him it wasn't going to work out. Sadly, she never got the opportunity to hear the words she practiced out loud.

Erin pulled up to the oddly shaped mansion and went inside. As she admired the pictures of his children, she politely asked how old they were. It seemed strange that he was only 27 but had five children. Stranger still that some of them were less than 9 months apart from one another in age.

"Erin, there's something I haven't told you. I'm a polygamist."

And that's how Erin made a hole in the door in the shape of her outline.