Over the past few months, I’ve been really putting myself out there in the dating world. Now that my son is over three years old and in pre-school, I am not exhausted for the first time since I can remember.
I am feeling like my old self, baby weight is gone, there is still some collateral damage to the body, but we can work with it now in clothing at least, hiding the lumps and bumps from the untrained eye. I am pretty much ...
over my divorce and life is new and fresh again. I am finally content and happy but I am needing a boy toy at least. I’m not even shooting for love of my life status, just a consistent Friday night date would be enough. So, I've been hitting the town since I’ve sworn off the dating sites for now. All the available men out on the weekends seem to fall into two age categories. Under 30, never been married and over 50, divorced with grown children. Neither of these are really my type. I’ve never been attracted to boyish gangly good looks. Being a cougar makes me feel creepy, wrinkled, and old. It’s just not my thing. I like to be with someone a little past their prime so I can be the hot one in the relationship. I’m trying to feel better about myself not worse. The other over 50 group is not really my scene either because they are a little too past their prime and I can’t relate with the college kids and bitter ex-wife war stories, it’s a little much. But what these two demographics do have in common is they are only interested in sex (which I don’t totally have an issue with) and they are totally uninterested in dating a woman with a toddler. I get it but I wish every time I mentioned I had a three year old it wasn’t as if a bomb just went off in the restaurant bar. These men actually turn white and back away at the mere mention of a toddler. The irony of the situation is that the most joyful, wonderful thing in my life is the one thing that has become taboo to mention in flirtatious banter. I actually got heckled at Nobu last week by a group of men when I was leaving for the night with another single mom friend. They yelled out, “Bye Moms” at us across the whole patio In an instant I was transformed from the vision I had of myself that night as a sexy chick in leather pants and stilettos to an overweight lady in mom jeans with unbrushed hair, and spit up on my shirt. Being a mom is a label I wear more proudly than any designer brand but it doesn’t seem to be the best thing when trying to get laid that’s for sure. <br><br> The following week I met a with a guy closer to the 50 range but he had never been married which is a whole other kind of animal. We text and flirted and everything was moving along nicely until he friended me on Facebook. One look at me trick or treating with my son on Halloween and I never heard from him again. So what’s a single mom to do I guess my only option would be a man in my same age bracket who has young children as well. Unfortunately, most of them are at home on Friday night…with their wives. I guess I’ll just have to wait it out for the divorces to start happening and then those men will come back on the market. Patience is a virtue.
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