On optimistic days, I believe I should simply let my life unfold. There are women who may actually wonder and worry about your texting frequency.
On tougher days, I click my heels three times with the hope I will become a lesbian (no such luck). They may analyze an instant replay of your date, fret when you haven't called for a couple of days or call an emergency session with their girlfriends about your perplexing behavior over cocktails.
Tell us we look beautiful even if we have stray Cheerios in our hair -- and mean it.
Personally, the only way a man I date will even breathe the same air as my child is if he survives the firing squad of loved ones looking out for us this time around. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love." (Yeah, that was Carrie Bradshaw, single girl extraordinaire.
Don't be offended if we never want to introduce you to our kid(s). If you're considering the possibility of loving us, your heart needs to be big enough for them.
Our love for them is innate, overwhelming, incomparable, unconditional.
He took a big one out (kid doesn't mess around), slid it on my finger, and said, "Mommy, will you marry me? It can be a thankless job with impossibly long hours.
" Who could possibly compete with my little Casanova?
In my mind that never shuts the f*ck up, I consider man detox or remaining single for the next 14 years. I tell myself I will leave my past boyfriends in the past as they come knocking. I spend most of my time double-checking if my kid wiped his butt, bribing him to brush his teeth and trying to keep him presentable long enough to leave the house. I worry constantly about how my son is coping with divorce. Not all single or divorced moms are looking for love.
I ponder saying yes to all fix-ups within reason (sorry random guy at Starbucks who thinks I am perfect for his nephew). But I can share some rules for dating single or divorced women. Hell, I even wonder whether I should be concerned that his favorite character on "Scooby Doo" is Shaggy (he's obviously a stoner with a perpetual case of the munchies). If you want to play games, please batter up elsewhere. Single and divorced moms don't have time for that sh*t.4.
So, I am recently back on the dating market after a long hiatus, this time with the cutest little boy ever (fact). but it's all mine now, and I am embracing it fully (well, on Wednesdays and every other weekend anyway... We spend our lives taking care of others; take care of us if we give you the opportunity.
my main squeeze I dropped my married last name on social media. Definitely saw an uptick in male correspondence (which may or may not be because my new moniker -- my first and middle names have a porn star vibe).