I now know two things for certain.
She insisted I took a paternity test. My DNA and the baby’s were tested and the results arrived today.
Well I am not the father, and that is proven. That pressure is finished with. In a way I am sad because that little baby is gorgeous and I would have been proud to have been her father.
At parties I used to use a chat up line or two which used to break the ice, and set me up as the village comedian. I would walk up to a stranger and ask “As an outsider, what do you think of the human race”? For some strange reason that would get a laugh every time, even though it is implicitly an insult.
Well now I have the answer to that question whenever someone tries the same question out on me.
You see the DNA test showed that I am indeed an outsider.
I am not a human being.