People with children who flirt 2026

We were on the swings and there was that for a while. Come on, there are swings. And there we were: Alba, clearing the slide of children so she could go first; Leo, trying to get on a swing, which because he is so small, the poor thing, he almost didn't make it; my daughter Lourdes checking her cell phone, although it was Saturday she was resolving some work issues, because she has a powerful position in the company; And I, well, enjoying the moment, explaining to my daughter a recipe for ratatouille that I make with potatoes instead of zucchini, which you will say: that is not ratatouille, and you are right, but it's just that the children talk about zucchini, of course not.

In short, a friend of my daughter Lourdes appears in this with her little girl, a little more or less Leo's age, five years old. A cute little girl, with braids, had a lollipop in her mouth and another in her hand, dressed in pink from top to bottom, who I thought was coming from a costume party or separated or divorced or, well, alone. Fathers and mothers, I mean. So far, everything is normal, more or less. Let's say it's what it is now. But what I didn't know is how they organize themselves to flirt. I'm not telling you that they are going to be alone forever, they will have the right to rebuild their lives if they have not known how to maintain a relationship, or it has gone badly for them, each with their own case. But pay attention to the paraphernalia they have set up. Apparently there is something called Tinder, which is like a Netflix for people. In other words, a catalog of candidates is configured on the mobile phone and as if it were a collection of stickers, yes-le, yes-le, no-le, no-le (this is how stickers are changed in Madrid, excuse my centralism). And they click according to whether they like it or not. And if the other has also punctured them, then a kind of alarm goes off. I'm telling you this the way I heard it because Antía (the mother) was explaining how it works to my daughter Lourdes. And she looked at her with a strange face, I don't know if it was condescension or envy. Because, stupidly, stupidly, my daughter has been married to my son-in-law for a bunch of years. I don't even think about those things, after my whole life with Rafa, thinking about another man seems like science fiction to me. Sometimes I get bored, I don't deny it, but I almost always come to the conclusion that one less job, what do you want me to tell you. I wouldn't like to be in that girl's shoes right now, what if this, what if that, what if you study, what if you work. My daughter Lourdes, however, I have my doubts, but I remain silent because she gets very angry if I talk about her things.

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Well, I'll keep telling you. The fact is that in this invention, people are chosen like this, for the photo and a short text, can you believe it? What criterion is that for choosing a partner? What do I say that they should add some references or a medical certificate, an asset report, I don't know. Because who knows if those people are trustworthy. But Antía doesn't care about that at all, the only thing she was saying is that if you say in the paragraph that you have children, none of them like you. So there they hide their parental record, they say that they are happy and that carpe diem and a photo of them jumping on the beach and then they wait for the little red ball to arrive, like someone who hears the Christmas lottery on the radio. Because it is known that it is like the guasap, that a little red circle appears when you have a message or someone has liked you. I had to stop listening for a while because Leo was about to put the lollipop that Antía (the girl) had dropped into his mouth. When I recovered the thread, they were talking about bodies and aesthetics and orange peels. Antía (the mother) said that we had to refound the vision of bodies. For example, a belly in men will once again be a sign of happiness. And crooked teeth are not going to be the latest trend, because he says that men are now scary with those teeth that are so white and so set, that they look like replicants (I don't know what he was referring to). Oh, and cellulite had to be decriminalized. What do you want me to say, before we weren't at the gym and at the hairdresser all day, I agree with her on this. Well, then she returned to the topic of flirting, and said that she no longer announces her daughter's existence until the first date, because “guys” are shy about running away if they are face to face and at least that way they give her a chance. And it seems that sometimes things have prospered, usually with men who are also single parents. Of course, there, more empathy, very good. But then some added complications arise, because separated single parents have to agree on custody regimes with ex-partners, so they need to make a quadrant to reach an agreement. So Antía (the mother) goes and says (and excuse me again): "Come on, to get rid of me every once in a while you have to plan three months in advance, or eat the son of the aforementioned, who are very nice, but they don't touch me at all. Not to mention that later they come to you and tell you not to tell them this or that because then the boy tells the ex and gets involved." Poor Antía (the girl), having such a mother foul-mouthed I told her and Leo to get off the swing and we moved to the seesaw. I stayed a bit halfway between the mothers and the children, so I could listen to the ones and keep an eye on the others. The next thing my daughter's friend said was that she had signed up for a wedding called Viajecontuhijo.com, which is like a club for single mothers and fathers. Hey, I thought it was a very good idea, at least they know each other in person. He says that they had a barbecue that turned out average, because many of the attendees took it as a New Year's Eve and, of course, there was a trampoline and an inflatable castle and that with drinks and alcohol, well, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. And apparently a father wanted to take his son out of the castle and threw everything out. Anyway, he said that next weekend, the girl's turn, they are going on an excursion to Toledo with twenty other independent fathers and mothers with children. I later found out, I asked my caretaker, who is like the oracle of Delphi, she knows everything. He has a tiny computer in his closet connected to the Internet, and he does research on Wikipedia and so on. He came into lawedy and it looked good, they organize all kinds of things by age ranges of the children. I would suggest that they add a filter for intolerances and that way they can organize activities by food groups, which is not the same as going to eat suckling pig in Segovia as it is to have a vegan barbecue, which I know for a fact exists, because my daughter has been to several. My grandson and Antía (the girl) did not understand each other on the seesaw, they did not coordinate, so taking advantage of the fact that Alba was fleeing from a mother whose son she had kicked for not letting her get on the first one to the slide, the four of us approached my daughter and her friend and ended their conversation. When we said goodbye, I conveyed to Antía (the mother) a conciliatory message, because the world is better by preserving affections, even if it is from afar. I told him to try to get back with his ex even if it's just to see each other from time to time, so he doesn't have to use technology. I don't think it seemed like a very good idea, and neither did my daughter. I gave Antía (the girl) a kiss and told her that she was going to really like the castle of Toledo, which is like the Smurfs' castle, but really. I didn't know what Toledo was, nor the castle, nor the smurfs.