Unreliable Boyfriends & Unexpected Proposals

Alex Cooper (0:00)

Daddy Gang, welcome back to another Sunday session. You know, I was thinking about it this morning, and this is how you know you're just getting older, because I never thought that I would say this, but Sundays for me, it's like, oof, another extra day in the weekend to just relax, because Saturdays, I'm not hitting it, you know? I'm not hitting it like I used to. Obviously, I'm currently pregnant, but like, I'm not going out, and in my entire life, it has felt like Saturdays are to die. Saturdays are high school, college, you're drinking, you're active, you're with your friends, you're on a bar floor, you're at a man's apartment in Southie, waking up, your phone's dead, you don't know how to get home. Like, I did just randomly remember that story, oddly, because I don't know what made me think of it. I think I saw a girl's TikTok. I had a random night in Southie, Boston, in college, and I was like, ooh, don't. I was gonna say, take me back. Don't take me back. It is a Sunday morning. I'm leaving this man's apartment. I wanna get out of there as fast as I humanly possibly can. I'm looking at him, and I'm not even regretting it. I just am like, I know I'm breaking out. I know the extensions are like half clipped in. I know that the face, I didn't wash it, so it's like probably half club makeup, half like the other side of my face looks, we've got pale and then we have orange. And so I just escape, and I run out. It is like 20 degree weather in Boston, and I'm standing on the curb, and I'm waiting for my Uber, and my phone dies. And I'm like, oh, and I'm looking like a full, I am looking like I have been working all night, okay? And I'm on that corner. And it was one of those moments where I cried, and I sat on the side of the road because I didn't know how to contact the man back upstairs. I didn't know what to do. I'm in Southie. I really don't know where the fuck I am. I'm so far from BU, the college that I went to. And then finally, this really, really nice man is like, ma'am, are you okay? He definitely didn't call me ma'am. I'm rewriting history there. He's like, hey, you whore, are you okay? I'm like, no, sir, I'm not okay. He let me use his phone. I called another Uber. I got into my Uber, and I went to class. I went to class, and if I can find the picture, I will post it because it is me in stiletto strap up heels. I'm wearing the man's large T-shirt from the night before. I forgot my dress because I couldn't find it, and we didn't have time to find the dress. And I think it was like a dress from Wet Seal. It was maybe $12, and it had gotten the perfect use out of it. And then I had my oversized winter coat, so I zipped up my winter coat that was like knee length with my stilettos and my fucked up hair. And I walked, I think it was sign language class, I walk, well, barely walk, strut in in my heels to sign language class. My ex-boyfriend who also happened to be in that class with me looked me up and down and was like, it was the best decision he ever made to stay away from me. And I just remember smelling my hair. It was like, mm, that's Burnett's vodka. I just, oh, I just remember being like, I need to get through the sign language class and I need to head on home. And I need to do a lot of praying. I need to do a couple Hail Marys, Our Fathers, active contrition. I need to make sure that I'm set right before I do it all again tonight. So that's what my Saturdays used to look like. And it was basically the same when I lived in New York City. And now full circle, well, I guess it's not full circle. It's a semi circle, cause I'm not full circling it.

Now my Saturdays are what they write about in the wholesome books, okay? I am so wholesome. I'm doing family time every Saturday. I'm at the park with my dogs. I'm doing a home cooked meal that my dad made us, and we're all sitting around the fire pit, and we're telling stories of the good old days from our childhood on the cul-de-sac.

And then I'm waking up on Sunday, fully refreshed. And even if I'm not pregnant, I'm not hung over, and I'm feeling good. And maybe that's what your 30s is about. I don't know. Maybe most 30 year olds are like, Alex, no, I'm still hitting that club. But for me, I don't know, man. Maybe I just drank myself into oblivion in my 20s. And I did start early. I did start a little. I started, I did, I think I, yeah, I think I, this is not to be, you know, this is not one of those podcasts where I'm like, do as I say, don't do as I say. I think I had my first drink when I was in seventh grade. It wasn't like a drink, you know, it was just like a, let's try alcohol for the first time. But yeah, so I started early, high school, I was having fun. So now I'm like an old person, like alcohol doesn't affect me like it used to. And I just like to have a little sunsare and look off into the distance when I'm allowed to drink. So anyways, yeah, so my Sundays are calm, cool, and collected. So I hope if you are younger me right now, and you were at the bottom of the barrel last night, you got kicked out of the club. Maybe you got punched in the head at the club. Maybe you got fucked at the club. Maybe you cried your eyes out because your ex showed up with another broad, whatever it was, just know it's going to be okay, because I am not hung over, and I'm going to carry you through this Sunday session like the father I am. You are in the best of hands today. Okay? And so you don't need to say any prayers. You don't need to ask for forgiveness. I am going to do the repenting for you because I can emotionally handle that. You just sit back, relax, put a little cold compress on your head, and just listen to the sound of my voice as I answer some of your questions that I find very universally, hopefully, relatable. Some of the ones that I picked, I think you're going to like them. So let's get into it, okay?