This post is part of my “Traveler’s Tales” series: guest blogposts written by women who have experienced divorce. You can find other entries in this series here.
On being single…and not liking it so much.
The other day, my daughter announced that her father needed to go on Match.com and start dating. When I asked her why she’d never made a similar comment about me, she fumbled around a bit, finally coming up with something along the lines of “I live with you. You’re a mom. I only visit Dad, so he can date. You can date when I go to college in 3 years.” Gosh, thanks kid.
Truth be told, I live in a small town, and the political climate of where I live…well, let’s just say there are a lot of libertarians and let’s leave it at that. But I’d love to date. I’m not talking about finding The One, but dang, it’d be nice to have someone to go have dinner with, see a movie with, and yes, by all that is holy, have sex with (when the kid isn’t home, of course…that’s just too much explanation right now!). Although my life is pretty good, I miss that connection to someone else. And man, do I have to get out of this house!
Maybe part of the reason I’ve been feeling lonely of late is because I live near my parents, who are hopelessly in love, or my grandfather and his bride of 3 years. Or that all of my friends here are couples. But I am perpetually the 3rd wheel everywhere, and my ‘date’ to most things is my teenager, who hangs out with her friends and yes, her boyfriend. in fact, nearly every single person I know here is coupled up.
Not sure how that happened, and not sure how to get out of being single. I don’t do bars, I don’t have a ton of money, and dating sites…they seem so desperate to me.
But if anyone knows a nice, slightly geeky, single liberal in their late 30s or early 40s living in northern AZ, we should talk.