The Compton Omelet

Ingredients: Naive spring chicken full of yolk

So I met Compton Omelet by fluke. I was taking the highway exit headed home listening to Donnell Jones minding my business when he pulled up next to me.

I didn’t really pay much mind until I noticed when I took the exit he appeared to be following me. 

As I pulled into my stall and exit the vehicle Compton Omelet is passing and then he put his car in reverse to ask for my number. 

At first I thought he looked young I was 32 and in no way interested in dating a spring chicken. He said he was 27 so I thought ok not a huge difference.

Feeling vulnerable in dealing with my situation with Pasadena Omelet I gave Comtpon Omelet my number.

We talked on the phone a few days and I let him come visit daily and one evening we became intimate. 

I hadn’t realized until 6 weeks later I had been fertilized.

I was 32 years old and he was only 22 as I found out later he lied to me about his age. 

I had to make a decision on what I was going to do. I was 32 was I going to have any more chicks If I didn’t have this one? 

I was in a good place at that time financially and I knew if he couldn’t help me I could provide for my young chick on my own without his help.

So I made the decision to keep my little chick knowing that I had no intention of being in a relationship with the Compton egg.

During this time there were issues of paternity because I was still technically in a relationship with Pasadena Omelet.

This had to be the worse time of my life dealing with this situation and 6 weeks after the birth of my little chick my mother passed on while visiting me here in Las Vegas.

Needless to say paternity was established and Compton Omelet was definitely the father.

This definitely was the beginning of my learning that this wasn’t the best way to get back at the Ex. 

Since the birth of my spring chick I have learned also be careful who you have little chicks with because for the first time in my life I have had to deal with dealing with a featherless (fatherless) Cockerel.

There is barely any bonding between my little chick and her Cockerel but rest assure she has all the love she needs from me and she is the greatest blessing  because I now have a mini me.

This experience with the Compton Omelet has shown me though my judgement may be cloudy blessings come in different forms of life.

I hope you’re enjoying these as much as I am writing them. 

Stay tuned for “The Small Omelet”