This excerpt is from the Sex and Parenting Articles of the GV Weekly, from “My UPS Man by Rachel Sarah. To read the entire article, or to learn more about the author, go to GV Weekly at GoodVibes.com.

As a single mom, my very first crush was on my local UPS man.

The first time I darted into the elevator with him, I was clutching my nine-month-old daughter, Mae, on my hip.

Two months earlier, her father — who was bipolar and an alcoholic — had walked out the door. His whereabouts? Unknown. I was not supposed to be a single mom. I was supposed to start a family with the love of my life, where we’d settle into a sweet three-bedroom bungalow with a wild garden out back.

But here I was, at age twenty-eight, clinging to my baby girl as if she were my security blanket instead of the other way around.

I squeezed in beside the UPS man. Thanks to his massive rolling cart, it was a tight fit for all of us.

“Hi!” Mae said, waving her hand at him. She had recently started to say hi to anyone.

“Hi!” she tried again.

“Oh, hi, beautiful!” the UPS man said, reaching out and touching her knee.

His sleeve was rolled up on his forearm, and I stole a glance at his muscles.

“It’s gonna be another late night over here,” he said.

I was amazed that he was talking to me. “Oh yeah?” I said.

“Just work, work, work.”

“Don’t you ever play?” I said, flirtatiously, and my cheeks turned red.

He looked into my eyes. “I bowl on Friday nights and have my daughter on Sundays.”

“You have a daughter?”

“She just turned eight. Her mama and I separated last year, so I get her two days a week.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said.

But I was not sorry at all. No, I was not sorry one tiny bit.

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