Especially if something I really really want is involved.
Over the past few weeks Amy and I have started to get close. You'll remember this is the girl I referred to as being like a kid sister to me. She's also my good buddy Cooter's girlfriend. Situations involving the girlfriends of close friends of mine have come up before, and I haven't been completely honorable in all of my past dealings. I'm trying to remain honorable this time, but there's a whole lot of history against me.
The last time I talked about Amy I touched on the subject of the two year old daughter, Allison, that she and Cooter have. Currently, the two of them are involved in what's turning into a bitter custody battle over the little girl between the two of them and Amy's mother, who currently has custody. I won't get into all the odds and ends of the situation except to say that Amy's mother convinced the courts that Allison would be better off with her, but as far as I can see both Amy and Cooter love Allison very much and are pretty good parents. They're both young, but they try hard, and that should count for something.
Amy and I talk back and forth on MySpace a lot, and I've given her the best advice on a number of things that I can give. We've also got on the subject of Allison, and how I understand it when Amy says it's hard to get up in the morning when Allison isn't there. Through these conversations I think she and I have gotten even closer.
A couple weeks back Cooter mentioned that Amy put him in the deep-freeze sexwise until he would agree to have another baby with her. He's adamantly against that right now, and the fact is that Allison wasn't exactly a planned conception either. I've kidded him on that subject a few times, trying to predict exactly when he'll crack and give in, and I think they've reached some kind of temporary compromise. But the longer the custody battle drags on, I'm sure it'll come up again.
Yesterday morning Amy called me to see if I could take her up to her mom's to pick up Allison. Cooter and her mom do not get along *at all*, and numerous times at work I've heard his exact opinion of her, involving a word I won't use here in this post. It's a word I reserve for exactly two people: my ex-wife and Sue. Anyway, he had a headache or something, so she called me, and since I did make a standing offer to help out with this whenever, I went and picked her up. Amy and I get along pretty well. Her mom was pretty stand-offish, but that's a whole 'nother subject.
When the subject of the tension between them came up a few weeks back over having another kid, my mind started turning over a few possibilities. Ten years ago I might have started laying the groundwork for stealing Amy right out from under Cooter. I'm not after that now, though. She and I, as good as we get along, aren't right for each other in that way.....uh, maybe. However, seeing as she wants a kid, and Cooter doesn't, and ... well ... you know where I am on the subject, I started to ponder something.
I'm not even saying that I'm angling to sleep with her, or trying to manufacture that scenario. I'd be happy to do no more than just donate the material for her own use. Hell, it would get Cooter off the hook. And it would kill a few birds with just one stone, too. I kind of half-seriously floated that idea past Cooter one day while he was bitching about it, and he gave me kind of a glare, and I just grinned back at him. I give him crap whenever he bitches about Amy in general, too ("Hey, if YOU don't want her ..."). He knows I'm just teasing him, but if he knew more about me, where I come from, and what I've done, he might take me as a bit more of a threat.
Don't worry. I know it's a crazy, foolish idea. And the odds of that plan ever coming about are extremely slim.
Even so, wouldn't we have one fine looking baby?
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