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I SLEPT WITH THE MOTHER OF MY CHILD It started with a random Facebook notification, and I honestly had no idea that one friend request would lead to a conversation about having a child with someone I hadn’t even met. It was an ordinary Saturday morning. I was scrolling through Facebook when I saw the usual notification: “People You May Know.” I clicked on it out of curiosity. There were a few profiles, some familiar faces, and then I saw hers. I checked her profile. She had a few pictures, some posts, and her birthday was listed. She was born on March 8, 2004. Mine was March 4, 2000. Three years and four days apart. And somehow, we were both Pisces. I laughed. Me: Well, that’s interesting. I didn’t think too much about it. I just sent her a friend request. The next day, she accepted. So I sent a simple message. Me: Hey. And that was it. No reply. One day passed. Then another. I honestly forgot about the whole thing. Eight weeks later, I suddenly received a notification. Her: Hey. I looked at my phone and laughed. Me: Oh, so you finally remembered I exist? We started introducing ourselves properly. I explained why I had added her, and during the conversation, we discovered that we were both members of the same Facebook group. The funny thing was that neither of us actually knew the other person. We had been in the same group without ever noticing each other. We laughed about it and kept talking. By the end of that evening, we had exchanged phone numbers, and I had even received a picture of her. I won’t lie. I was curious. Something about the whole situation felt unusual. A random Facebook suggestion, an accepted request, eight weeks of silence, and then a conversation that suddenly wouldn’t end. I started wondering whether it was all just coincidence. Or maybe fate had a strange way of introducing people. After that, we began talking almost every day. We discovered that we had quite a lot in common. Similar interests, similar things we enjoyed discussing, and even similar opinions about life. We were both single too. Eventually, the conversations became more playful. There were 🥰 emojis, 😈 emojis, little jokes, and the kind of teasing that makes you smile at your phone for no particular reason. Me: You actually believe in fate? Her: Of course. Don’t you? Me: I do. But sometimes I wonder if people just use fate to explain coincidences. Her: Maybe. But what if some coincidences are actually meant to happen? I laughed when I read that. Neither of us was trying to rush anything. We were simply enjoying each other’s company, even though we hadn’t met in person yet. Eventually, I decided to ask her something. Me: Would you like to go out for a drink sometime? Her: Sure. That sounds fun. But we agreed on one thing. It wasn’t a date. We both wanted to keep things relaxed. Neither of us wanted the pressure that comes with calling something a date. You know how it goes. Once you call it a date, you start wondering whether you should impress the other person, whether they like you, whether there’s chemistry, and whether something is supposed to happen. We didn’t want any of that. Me: So, just two people getting a drink? Her: Exactly. No pressure. Me: Deal. And then the day finally came. We met, ordered our drinks, and started talking. The plan was simple. Have a drink, get to know each other a little, and go home. But apparently, neither of us was in a hurry to leave. One drink became two. Two became three. And before anyone starts making assumptions, they were all non-alcoholic drinks. We were completely sober. We just had a lot to talk about. Two hours passed. Then three. At some point, she checked her phone. Her: Oh, wow. Look at the time. Me: What time is it? Her: Almost eleven. Me: Seriously? Her: Yeah. I’m getting cold too. I think I should head home. She admitted that she wasn’t entirely comfortable being out alone so late.