I was a single women. I was a single women.
The first opportunity came in the form of my very hot, local man. Real live dating still seemed too scary. But how convenient would it be to have this guy arrive on my doorstep, the goods delivered as promised? If only it were that easy: a knock at the door and I would open it to find this gorgeous hunk standing there in his brown uniform. I would never have to leave my apartment; he would simply show up.
Before you get carried away with my UPS man fantasy, however, let me say: he got a glass of lemonade with ice one afternoon, and I got nowhere.
When ricky started preschool, enough was enough. I realized that my life wasn't over; instead, I had a life ahead of me. It was time to stop picking up toys and start picking up men. By now, I had a little posse of single mom friends, so one night after we'd finished eating veggie tacos and our daughters were out of earshot. I proposed the idea of putting myself online. "Why would you do that?" my friend Siobhan said. "I want to get myself out there," I said. Something about online dating seemed safe to me, with the computer serving as a chaperon. I loved the fact that you could have plenty of conversation at first, but no touching. With my writing experience, maybe online dating would give me an edge? But my other friend, Arden, got it: "If you do it, I'll do it." I'm always up for a good dare; that's all it took for me to go for it. |