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Sex and the Single Mom

Kathleen | 13 March, 2008 21:39 | (515)

  

It’s non-existent. 

 

Wow!  Short article!     Laughing

 

So.

 

I’ve been thinking about dating lately.  (Yes, let’s say “dating,” since this is a family newspaper. HA!)  I’m in such a quandary about it, though, I am paralyzed into inaction.  There are so many things for me to consider before re-entering the dating pool, I can’t even dip my toe in without freaking out.  I get as far as doing the free search on match.com (motto:  “It’s OK to look”); when I actually find a profile that piques my interest (and at last fishing expedition, it was a whopping total of three – out of 100 profiles) and am prompted to “take the next step and set up a profile,” I shut down the page faster than if it was porn and my mom was coming into the room.  I justify this reaction with “well, most of these guys list ‘sarcasm’ as a turn-off, so clearly…”  And don’t get me started on the “desired body type” requirements of the average male.

 

(By the way, if you ARE looking, check out the Telegraph's own personal ads in the Encore section...)

 

I did, in one incendiary moment, sign up for chemistry.com months ago – solely because the questionnaire was so darn fun.  And, by the way, long before the (validating) commercials about it, I too was rejected by e-Harmony after taking the LSAT they call their questionnaire.  It took longer than some dates I’ve been on.

 

But the next day, when chemistry.com sent me five matches in my area – and two men that had read my profile and wanted to meet me – I took my page down.  Ack!  I felt exposed, terrified.  I just wanted to look!  I wanted to see who might be out there eventually!  What do you mean, they want to meet me now?

 

I wasn’t always like this.

 

But now I’m a mother (whereas before, I was just a ‘mutha’).  Now I have to screen potential dates through a whole different set of criteria.  I can’t just consider my own druthers (“he’s a smart, funny, witty, sexy musician that cooks!”); now I have to extrapolate out much further than a few dates down the road.  Is this someone I could see myself dating for more than a few months?  Is he good and kind around children?  Is he too much of a child himself, instead of a responsible adult?  (This tends to go with the ‘musician’ portion of our program.)  Would I want this person to meet my daughter?  And of course, even further out from there, to the whole life-sharing thing – the prospect of which makes me clench up several areas of my body, and not in a good way.

 

When I had my baby, I made a commitment to her: that I would devote the rest of my life to her, and make her my number-one priority and focus.  As she should be.  I told my friends that I was not going to date ever again –  that I’d had over twenty years of dating, and that I could and should focus all that passion and intensity on raising a happy, healthy child.

 

Well, yeah.  But…

 

As the years of my born-again virginity start to pile up, however, I have to cop to the fact that in order to be a great mom, I also have to be a happy person myself.  And while I’m still reticent about committing myself to an online dating profile, much less a full-blown relationship, well… maybe I’d be willing to go out for sushi or a hike with someone of the opposite sex.

Who doesn’t mind sarcasm...

S*x and the Single... [Reply]

I have been out there.
I was zooming along, working on a thirty-year happy marriage, and oops, she died. We kinda knew she could, what with a heart-lung replacement being done, and indeed, eight days after the surgery, infection overcame her.
Which left me - in my fifties and single. And everything had changed. Everyone lied. Everyone was ten years older than their picture. The women I was meeting seemed older than I was, but they weren’t, they were my age. After a couple months, it was old – I wanted to quit. Those Match.commers were all players, it was a meat market. These people I was talking to had been through it, they had heard all the lines. I was the fresh meat, and it was already getting old.
Then luck entered the picture. Someone answered my ad, and I finally had a nice dinner, and a pleasurable hike. And that’s why I started out on this dating thing – I wanted a person, a date, someone who would look at me with new eyes, and ask questions, and just care. The meat market has faded, and although she doesn’t like sushi, or hiking, for that matter, life has become better, richer, and more fun. Don’t be afraid, you don’t have to marry anyone right now, you have a lot to offer. And you may get sushi, and a movie…

Posted by: RayJ | March 14, 2008, 01:12

You gotta kiss a lotta frogs... [Reply]

You can't know from a profile if a person will meet all of your criteria long-term. You might go out and realize on the date (or on the 2nd or 3rd date) that the boy just won't do. Then you move on. This might repeat several times and become tiresome. Try to find someone that you can have fun with, then assess the life-long aspects after that.

I know it may seem frustrating, but at least you're out there.......

Posted by: Big Dog | March 14, 2008, 08:50

When the time is right [Reply]

Mr. Right will come along. I know, sounds corny, huh? But I really do believe this to be true! I was done with dating and truly enjoying myself and my singlehood when Mr. Right came along for me...Just be happy in your own life with who you are and don't be too surprised when you meet that special someone!

Posted by: Julie | March 17, 2008, 11:14

online lies [Reply]

Single with kids is a whole new thing definitely! I found lots of liars and pigs online. New strategy- join a club you are interested in, you will be getting out meeting people and doing something you like. If you do meet a guy though a club at least you will know you have one similar interest!

Posted by: Cat | March 24, 2008, 13:52

to shave or not to shave [Reply]

there is a lot to be said for single with children. As in the above. How delightful to go three, maybe four days and look down with a mixture of admiration and shock at a growth of hair on your legs that in single land would inspire a minor revolt of the current man. I have been there done that, married 4, yup count 'em, 4 times and I can say while the dating is fun at times I like to buy my own flowers (I always remember what I like) I pick the restaurants that I like and I always send the right card to myself on my birthday. Will my prince come sometime? He is here...times two. My sons. I have discovered after growing older and growing up with a dash of therapy that being alone is nice. And the old adage is true...when you are not looking for it....yikes it's time to shave again. Good Luck!

Posted by: Elizabeth | March 30, 2008, 20:55

[Reply]

LOL!!! Elizabeth, we should hang out sometime! :D

Posted by: Kathleen | April 04, 2008, 15:53

shavers revolt! [Reply]

hey Kathleen,

we should start something....like hang out in our Stewie (in my effort to become one with myself I have developed a questionable devotion to The Family Guy) shorts, refuse to don lip gloss (my mother swore I would go to my grave with it firmly clutched in my hand) and start to enjoy life. I am heading toward the big (enormous and size matters on this one) 5-0 but life is just fine. My vajayjay has not atrophied, there's a little sag under the arms but my insides are as beautiful as I could have hoped.

keep the faith!

Elizabeth

Posted by: Elizabeth | April 07, 2008, 20:45

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