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15 Jun

I decided that I'd keep the date short and sweet -- and I'd nurse before leaving so (I hoped) I wouldn't leak.

He could have glanced at his watch, embarrassed, and said, "I'd better get home."At the time I wasn't interested in having him -- or anyone, for that matter -- as a companion. I wanted to know what it felt like to have a man drink my milk.

I was an unseasoned single mom who was trying to get over her ex. Much to the dismay of my girlfriend who was babysitting, I brought him home. He told me that he'd never tasted anything so sweet in his life.

The following Friday, after enlisting another girlfriend to baby-sit, I dashed out the door to meet the lawyer at a bar. I didn't see the cuteness -- he had a receding hairline -- but maybe I was too nervous.

I waited for the punch line, but he was not joking.

I didn't know if I should crawl under the table or give him a high-five. I mean, if I hadn't said anything, and then all of a sudden he looked down and noticed the wet spots on my blouse, that would have been interesting.If you've ever breastfed, you know that just thinking about nursing can, well, have certain consequences. I had no control over it, and when I looked down, there was a damp spot on my chest. Not only was I a 29-year-old single mom with dishes in the sink and baby clothes with stains I'd never actually scrub out, but I breastfed "on demand." How in the world could I even think about hooking up with some hot man when my cha-chas were making milk? stuffed animals and called her "Little Guacamole" -- and the UPS man, who rolled his packages past me. As the months passed, I started to notice men: our building manager -- who gave M.Maybe it was all in the name of discovery, but perhaps more important, I liked the fact that this man acknowledged who I was: a woman as well as a nursing mother.