My dating experiences have been a little rocky of late. Since being on The Single Wives, I’ve dropped my expectations and wish list, and really been very open to dating a variety of men.
I’ve been through the peaks and troughs of relationships in the last year. I lived through the devastation of my marriage ending, then I was treated harshly by someone I thought I was in a relationship with but clearly, I was not. Add to that deciding to join the dating world again after several months of hiatus, and it’s been a ride. I haven’t dated since I met my children’s father when I was 21 years old – that’s almost 21 years of not being on a date!
So with my typical focused approach, I treated it like its own little business. One week I went on a date with a 55 year old, and the next a 28 year old… a variety of professions, hobbies, and lifestyles. It was all a little depressing as I didn’t have that jolt of excitement with anyone, that toe curling excited feeling you should experience when you make a connection. I then decided I was happy with being just me, creating my new life, moving into my new apartment and making it feel like ‘me’, settling the kids and going to bed with my beloved maltese shitzu, Max.
Then the jolt came. It was a little odd… I had no make up on, having a coffee early one morning and in he strolled. All 6ft 2inches of blonde, toned, white shiny teeth, blue eyes and looking like he’d just strolled off Baywatch.
A conversation started about something lame as you do early on a weekend morning when it’s just the walk-of-shamers hobbling home and mums out and about. Then he was gone.