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I've been single before. That's not really new. But I haven't been single in {ages}. I was a long term relationship kinda gal so after the typical "teenage years boyfriends", I went out with only 3 guys from age 16 onwards. STBX (soon-to-be-ex) was (obviously) the last one + I started dating him when I was 19 years young. Add in the part about being a mom now (not to mention the whole 20-ish years later thing) + stepping back into the dating pool is like walking barefoot over hot coals...terrifying, enlightening + thrilling...all at the same time.
The perils of entering the dating world are multifold:
- At this stage in life, most of my friends are married + are friends with friends that are married who are friends that are married...
- For some odd reason, taking kids to a bar late at night is socially unacceptable.
- Finding people to go to the bar with you when you do find an elusive babysitter can be as difficult as...well, refer to #1 {damn married people}
- Those online dating sites are weird...case in point..."can I see your backstage?" was one message a friend received...{what does that even mean???}
- Keeping up on current events so you don't seem like a dipwad when meeting someone is hard when you spend your days watching Caillou + Mickey Mouse Clubhouse
- Those who you are interested in are already taken + those that show interest in you, you aren't attracted to
- Those awkward moments when you don't know whether to "go for it" or if you're just feeling super lonely...ya...ugh.
- The kids...yes, I am the {MOMfia}...I will go {ape shit} on you if you try to use the kids to make me like you more, cozy up to my kids + then disappear or do anything remotely asshole-ish around them
- Have you seen Catfish? 'Nuff said.
- You must go out all the time looking fabulous...yes, even to the grocery store...yes, to run to the drug store at midnight to get children's Tylenol...you never know who you are going to meet + just your luck that McSteamy will be at the drug store that night you decide to say "fuck it" + head out in your ripped yoga pants, baby throw-up stained shirt + curlers in your hair.
Don't get me wrong, I'm {sometimes} excited about the prospects of being wined + dined...I actually experienced, for the first time, someone holding open the car door for me {yay!} But I've also been to the same {circus} before + I am {not} interested in playing your carnival games...I'm older, I'm wiser + moms just don't put up with shit.
So, if any potential suitors are reading this...cut the crap...tell me you like me, take me for dinner, hold open doors + be polite...treat me like you'd want someone to treat your daughter...+ maybe we can navigate these rough waters together.
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