How did pregnancy after a one-night stand get to be a romance trope?
A woman meets a stranger in a bar, is attracted to him, has sex with him and is then pregnant. Can someone please explain to me, and my minute brain, how this is romantic? How is accidental pregnancy romantic? Have I missed a page somewhere?
I am not an extremist. I think that I am pretty down the middle on most things. But this whole accidental pregnancy thing just leaves me shaking my head because at the very least it’s like someone’s romantic fantasy gone very, very bad. It’s as if someone has disassociated the fact that pregnancy means a baby who will need care, guidance, tuition, and feeding, for the next 18 years. Let’s just plug in (or what have you 😉 ) a stranger and make it work. Because, oh, yes, once he finds out I’m preggers he will love me. Uh, huh.
And, why, oh, why, would you want that?
Oh, and pregnancy doesn’t mean swollen ankles and stretch marks and that sometimes when you laugh outrageously you will pee because things are not as they once were.
No, of course not. Because we are in la-la-land where pregnancy even by someone we’ve known for three hours is a miraculous sign that Venus and Cupid are with us. We are in the sepia land of true love with someone we don’t even know the last name of. And, oh, well, we’re not really sure what his eye color was, but he smelled really good and we think he had good hygiene. Yep, that’s enough for us to nod our head up and down and smile maniacally.
I semi-apologize if you are one of those folks who are enamored with unexpected pregnancies by people who did not know each other 24 hours before the actual conception. We all have places where we want to be.