An old girlfriend from high school found me on facebook and sent me a friend request yesterday. I accepted, seeing no harm in it.
Looking through her photos, I noticed that her son looks very familiar. He has my nose (the schnozz that runs in my family can most charitably be described as “unique”), my ears, and a cowlick on his head in the exact same spot and exact same shape as mine. He even has the same hairline. :eek:
I did some quick math, and it added up. :eek:
So I e-mailed the babymamma, telling her my findings, and that if I had a son I would like to meet him and get to know him, even if he is a grown man. I spent the whole morning agonizing over the situation: I had a (mostly) absentee dad, and it sucked. Even though I didn’t “tap it and run” (babymamma knew where I was all during the time when the lad was born, so she could have easily contacted me and I would have done my duty), I still felt guilty about a boy being raised without a dad. Especially since, you know, I’m a fairly right gent and all.
That afternoon babymamma e-mailed me back. The man is not my son, she swears it. She even provided me with the real father’s name. I have no reason to believe that she’s lying to me; Crystal is not without her flaws, but I’ve never known her to be cruel.
sigh
Here’s me (and my actual sons – don’t they look just like me?).*
No, I’m not. But babymamma wouldn’t deliberately deny me a relationship with my son if he really was my son and I wanted to be in his life. That would just be cruel, to me and him, and babymamma isn’t cruel. She swears she didn’t get pregnant with him until a year after we had broken up.
That is a really, really close resemblance! If she says he isn’t yours he probably isn’t, especially if you can’t think of any reason she would lie to you about it.
Nope. At least, not that I know of. It’s possible that my one-night-stand in college got preggers, but she knew where I lived and could have found me if she was. Ditto for my friends-with-benefits friend in college. Other than that, it’s only been me and Mrs. Homie, and we haven’t been able to conceive.
If you look at photos of the 3 guys I dated most seriously, including the one I married, you’ll see striking similarities in all of them, except one had lighter hair. So it’s not implausible that she likes a certain physical type.
I’m very sorry to hear that last part. I imagine you must have had some conflicted emotions about the possibility of having a child with this previous girlfriend.
I don’t intend to. As far as I’m concerned, the matter is settled. No good would come of dragging a 20-year-old man into a lab for a DNA test for no reason other than my curiosity.
But you said you did the math.