Grab a cup of coffee (or a glass of wine if you’re so inclined) and settle in. The (mis)adventure commences.
Finding myself newly single after roughly 18 years of long term relationships has certainly been an eye opening undertaking. I didn’t date much in college, and that lack of experience already placed me at a disadvantage. Add to that my ignorance of modern dating practices (random hook-ups, fuck buddies, dick pics, what?) and I should’ve known from the start that it was a recipe for disaster. Then out of the chaos, something transpired. Maybe somebody is interested in hearing about my misfortune. Maybe writing about the struggles can alleviate some of the heartbreak that divorce (and starting over) inherently brings.
So here it is. Open and honest. Not gonna lie, there WILL be profanity (have you heard me talk? Sorry, not sorry.) and maybe some sex (it IS modern dating, after all). If you’re along for the ride that has become my life, hang on! However, if you can’t read this with an open mind, please take your judgement elsewhere. I’ve got enough of my own shit to deal with and I don’t need any of yours!
I am fully aware that I run the risk of turning myself into a social pariah, since any man that shows interest in me is now subject to becoming a blog post. I’ve weighed my options and at this point, it’s a risk I’m willing to take. Of course, names and some identifying characteristics will be changed to protect the (not so) innocent.
I don’t intend to be critical or judgmental, but I will be writing about my personal experiences and sharing honest opinions. I promise to keep things fun and light. This should be entertaining! At the very least, you can go to bed each night (hugging your significant other) and be thankful that you’re not me. Enjoy