TOXIC BACHELOR

STUART HOOD HAS NO PROBLEM DATING SINGLE MUMS - WITHIN REASON...
Steven Gerrard bedlinen. Fernando Torres posters. More footballs than Soccer Scene… Clearly this wasn't the toilet. And, equally clearly, Ruth had fibbed.
"Nothing of note," she'd smiled, when I'd questioned her about her previous relationships. Now I know I'm fairly deficient at cracking female codes, but if anyone can explain how "nothing of note" equates to: "I have a Liverpool-mad seven-year-old son called Craig," I'll wire my wages to a charity of their choice.
"I thought he'd scare you off," Ruth explained, after my accidental toilet detour forced her to reveal all. "I know what you guys think."
Glad she did, because it was news to me that "us guys" view single mothers as "more trouble than they're worth" or "a complication we don't need".
As long as you're upfront about it (a casual drop into conversation, not "table for three, make one a high chair"), men have no problem dating a woman with children. In the end, I dumped Ruth because she was a perennial liar, not because she had a son.
The problems emerge when we end up dating a woman and her children. We ask you out because we like and want to get to know you. That's you. Not your daughter. Not your mother. You. We want to talk about you, spend time with you, get closer to you.
And, sure, part of this will involve your child, because he/she is, quite rightly, so important in your life. That's fine. Talk about them all you want. Maybe even introduce us after a couple of months. But do not, repeat do not, attempt to bestow even the most miniscule of fatherly responsibilities upon us (school run, nappy changing, Santa outfit to deliver presents). We will turn tail and run because it's unfair on your kid.
We're your boyfriend, not their babysitter. Your lover, not their: "new dada". Until you're certain we're going to become a permanent fixture in your life, we need to be mummy's little secret.
Dear Toxic Bachelor
I've been going out with my boyfriend for nine months and he's just announced he's going travelling for a year. He says he wants us to stay faithful, but I'm not sure that's realistic. What do you think?
I don't think, I remember. I remember a flood of early-in-the-trip calls getting scarcer and scarcer. I remember a world full of women. I remember frustration. I remember a youth hostel bunk bed with two people in it. I remember guilt (mine). I remember tears (hers). Your bloke won't mean to hurt you, but he will. End it. You can always spark things up again when he's back.
