I don't see a boy in my mirror at all... too many curves in wrong places. I sometimes catch his shadow or sillouette. He's lucky, he can grow a beard to hide his chin, and his eyebrows don't look as startling on his face; but I think I carry my overall body fat a bit better. I also think that we'd both look better with glasses. Unfortunately, it's hard for me to think about him without thinking about a Certain Ex of mine who he physically very closely resembles, and who I dislike strongly. I can, to a certain extent, separate the image of the Ex from the image of other-me... and in retrospect, it makes me wonder if the hurt and desperation from the Ex Debacle had more to do with other-me than it did with the Ex himself. Hmm.

I wonder what his relationship with his father would be like, that other-me with a "Junior" appended to his name. I wonder what choices he would have made, what he would have learned to hide, or to show. I like to think that his life would have gone as well as mine has - not too easy, wiser for the hurt, but overall worthwhile. I wonder if he'd be any easier with the thought of being a father than I am with being a mother, or if he'd also choose to not reproduce at all.