Dating Disasters

Rosie is Number 1!

The Privilege of Parenting

Ouiji Board Nights

I'm a Believer

Bump Up Your Style

Traffic Terror

Dreams Come True

Queen Victoria's Toupee

Daddy Issues

Simple Needs

Babymoon Bonanza

Fluent in Rosie

Difficult Decisions

Push It

Mr. Roboto

In Da Club

One Size Doesn't Fit All

Epic Moments

Something to Chew On

Bye Bye Baby

An Amazing Journey

The Nanny Olympics

Great News

You Got Served

Gagging the Children

The Root of the Problem

Culture Clash

Phobias and Leather Bandeau Tops

Au Naturel

Edgy and Outdoorsy

Serious Stuff

Lisa's Diary

Fashion Rocks

Scared Like the Rest of Us

Crazy as Usual

Serving and Gagging

Rosie Pope, Negotiator

Mina's Diary

Back to Reality

Holy War

Dating Disasters

Daron shares one of the worst dating stories he's every heard.

We all like to reminisce about the worst dates we’ve ever had or heard of. Well my buddy “Jack,” a friend of mine, was once set up with a young, attractive magazine editor…great story. Assuming this woman was accustomed to the finer things in life, “Jack” decided to book a dinner at a hot new restaurant in the West Village. He put on his best jeans, his favorite button-down, and got to the restaurant five minutes early. He sat at the bar for about 15 minutes, sweating from nerves and pretending to read the menu in interest. Suddenly, a text came in, informing him that his date was “running a little late” and that he should feel free to sit down at the table. He decided to take her direction and sat down at the table.

Over the next 35 minutes, he had the pleasure of ordering a basket of bread and three diet cokes. Every time the waiter came back to the table, the waiter smiled and asked “Jack” if he “could get him anything else.” The waiter had that obnoxious smile which said, “Hey buddy -- you’ve been sitting alone at this table for 45 minutes. You look like an idiot and diet cokes don’t pay my bills.” “Jack” tried his best to respond with the “I purposely came here early, so I could get a lay of the land… oh and my date isn’t late… she was always supposed to arrive 15 minutes from now…so stop smiling at me…” smile.

Eventually, the date did come. She was extremely apologetic and told “Jack” that he should order two stiff drinks. He ordered two cocktails and some calamari, smiled at the waiter, as if to say, “Why did you ever question me?” The date and “Jack” had a few nice minutes of small talk, when the drinks and calamari arrived. At the very same moment, the date received a call that she “had to take.” She walked outside the restaurant and out of view. After another 20 minutes of painful waiting, he received the following text: “I’m so sorry. I had to run. Work emergency. Please enjoy the calamari for the both of us. Promise not to be so flakey next time.” “Jack” spent the next 5 minutes trying to figure out a graceful way to leave. He downed the calamari, both of the drinks and told the waiter that “we’d” like the check, because the restaurant wasn’t what they were expecting.Until now, I’d put this date up against most. Then I watched Akua’s gut-wrenching breakdown over dinner with Isaac. Here’s a beautiful, capable woman in her 8th month of pregnancy, abandoned by the father of her child and fresh off of a class at MomPrep (where her best friend dropped a toy baby over her shoulder, as though she were fumbling a football). It’s a trying period in Akua’s life (to say the least), yet she decides it’s a good time to get back out on the dating scene. With the help of my wife, she prepares for a nice evening out to dinner with Isaac. Assuming you just watched the painful play-by-play, I probably don’t need to belabor the point or force you to relive the horror. However, Akua successfully covered the entire list of “First Date No-No’s” and may have even invented a few of her own. It’s never good when a date deteriorates to inconsolable sobbing while my wife is trying to coach you back to health remotely through an undetectable earpiece.

As I sit here, trying to compose myself after one of the more emotional episodes of the season, I am struck by the resilience of people. I would never compare “Jack’s” terrible date to Akua’s. However, as “Jack” sat in that restaurant, in front of a plate of uneaten calamari and two large cocktails, his story made me want to crawl into a hole. At the moment, I couldn’t imagine any relief from that embarrassment. However, three days later, it was just another funny story I enjoyed recounting over dinner with friends. As for Akua, I’m not sure I could have rebounded as quickly as she has. However, with a little bit of tough love from Rosie and the support of a wonderful group of friends, Akua is the picture of a happy mother. She has a glow about her that is impossible to deny. And no amount of dating will stack up against the boundless amount of love she feels for her little man.

The Privilege of Parenting

Rosie wanted to deal with her own issues so she could be the best parent possible.

People often ask me why I do what I do. I think it is so important for people to understand the passion I have for helping people be the best parents they can be and to get educated about the process. Parenting is truly a privilege. This episode I decided to open up a little about my past to help you understand a little more about where this passion comes from. You were all so supportive when I was honest about my struggles with fertility, so I wanted to be honest with you about my relationship with my own mom as well. The thing is, as parents we help to shape our children. Of course, there are many other things that go into who they become, but parents have a lot to do with it. This honor should be taken so seriously, and I think it’s at the core of what I do.

Honestly at the beginning of the season I had no idea things would take such a personal direction. But finding out I was having a girl and coming to terms with my speech issues brought to the forefront so many issues from my past that I think I had chosen to lock away. I'm good at locking things away in tiny boxes in my head! It’s a survival technique...probably not a good one, but hey, I am a work in progress! Pregnancy is really a time to come to terms with the parts of you that you don't like, because as a parent, we have to love who we are. We have to be proud of ourselves so we can be role models to our children. If there is any self-hate in there, it will get brought out the moment you look into your child's eyes, because you'll want to hide those sides of you and doing that in my opinion always leads to disaster. Children know when you are not being honest with them about whom and what you are.

So I decided to take a long, hard look at who I am, why I do what I do, and to try and get to a better place with what I think about myself so I can be the best role model possible for my children. I hope in some way that understanding better who I am will help all of you in your own lives get to a place of love for yourself. Whether you are becoming a parent, already are a parent, or not one yet a parent, you deserve it! Life is just too short to live so full of pain. If I can do it, so can you.

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