On our first date, I asked this man if he had any children. He immediately looked down at his drink and said, “I don’t want to talk about it.” I left it alone. He seemed normal otherwise, so I started hanging out with him more and more. After about two weeks of dating, he brought over some laundry and asked if I could do it for him because he was very busy. It was mostly sheets and things like that, which I thought was weird since we had only been dating a couple weeks, but I decide to help him. He then decided to “break the bad news” to me after I had spent the afternoon doing his laundry. Turned out, the reason he didn’t want to talk about his child, his son, was because the baby and his mother were in the hospital after she almost died giving birth to him. While he had been out with me for the past two weeks, his girlfriend was in the hospital with a fifty-fifty percent chance of surviving. Then, he continued to tell me that he loved me and that he was leaving his baby’s momma once she fully recovered, so that we could raise his son together. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, so I threw his laundry at him and told him to get out. He continued to harass me, which ironically enough lead to a friendship with the poor woman who almost died giving birth to his son.