I never imagined myself as Dad’s Girlfriend. Before dating John* those words immediately conjured up either a very beautiful or very ugly woman with nasty plans: Cinderella’s Wicked Stepmother, The Parent Trap’s greedy Meredith Blake, the Evil Queen in Snow White … and me? Uh, no. I was the free spirit, the girl who worked in coffee shops, turned her car into a camper, and slept on couches and in national parks. I was career-oriented, nomadic, and serially single. I never thought I’d fall in love with a dad.