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The Evolution of a Modern-Day, Middle-Aged Relationship
Dating when you’re old and tired.
I have been single in every decade of my life. It’s a weird thing to say. Most things get easier as we get older. Dating is NOT one of them.
The Set Up
The Me: 45. Twice divorced. Mother of a teenage girl. Single for a year and a half. Number of first dates under my belt= dozens and dozens. Therapy frequency = monthly.
The Him: 47. Was married for 22 years. Three daughters over 18. On the market for three years. Recent dating experience = Recent what?
The Us: We have no idea what the hell we’re doing.
The Situation
October: We met online. He sent me a message first. We text a little bit and he spontaneously asks me to grab a drink on a Thursday evening after my daughter’s volleyball practice.
I beat him to the restaurant and sit on the patio. I watch the parking lot.
I see a good looking man walking into the restaurant and think to myself, “Please be him. Please be him. Please be him.” It’s him.
