Middle-aged men tend make dating an exercise in boredom. They become so comfortable that the forget women are just getting warmed up.
My friend and I spent the weekend in Vegas. During one of our conversations, she said she didn’t understand why people seem to be dating with contingencies or backups. I told her she’d been married too long and didn’t know how savage the dating world really is. But the more I thought about it, I […]
About a year ago, I wrote a story about a date in the sweltering heat that went awry at the end. Let’s call this dater, Joe. After our date and telling me he wasn’t attracted to me once we met, Joe texted me out of the blue. It had been a few months and I […]
There is always that one guy in your journey of online dating that turns out completely different than you expect. When I met him on the latest site I tried, conversation flowed like water. It was effortless and comfortable. He was an aspiring writer like I was. He was writing a mystery at the time. […]
I’ve spent the month talking to a new guy. I thought he was genuine and funny. I couldn’t wait to meet him, but for whatever reason, our schedules didn’t really sync up until Father’s Day. The precious free moment for both of us finally came. So, we decided to meet in the chill little island […]
It was a typical Saturday morning. I was running with O to Target to buy yet another birthday present for one of her friends. Target is my shop of choice for birthday gifts. Walking into the store, I saw him and his smile met mine. It’s unusual for me to even notice anyone in […]
Dating over 40 is an interesting mine field I don’t think I was prepared to deal with. I am now attracting men younger than myself on a consistent basis. It’s a baffling game of cat and mouse where I am convinced I am losing. The boys aren’t necessarily outsmarting me, they just have more energy […]
I met this lovely young man 6 weeks ago. We struck up a conversation. The conversation turned into daily text messages. And finally to us meeting so he could come take a look, under the hood of my car. (He’s a mechanic, bonus.) Last night, I told my mother about him and the fact he […]
I’ve was trying to figure out what I am doing with Mr. Perfect on Paper. He has everything any gal could want, but I can’t seem to connect with him. And perhaps neither can he with me, but for whatever reason we refused to give up what little connection we have. Let’s step back a year. […]
No, thank you, Sir! While you focus on your filet mignon, I don’t need to be your potato waiting to be buttered. I am worth far more than to be seen as the lumpy, starchy side dish that you pay attention to only after the main dish has been consumed.