single mom

extinguished

The problem with dating, I’ve come to discover, is that people actually expect a relationship on the other side of the date. After spending my entire adult life in a relationship, my year of singledom has changed me in many ways – so much so that I’m torn between the loneliness of being, well, alone and the drama-free existence of it. I never thought I’d see the day when I’d rather be single, but it looks like it’s here – of course, arguably, I may not have met the right person…

…or have I?

I’ve been out on a few dates over the past couple of months, and I now think I might be the Queen of First Dates. I’ve met lots of great men, but I find faults and make deal breakers of their quirks, lifestyles, jobs and (shallowly) their appearances – though, if you ask me, life is too short to wear ugly shoes. I’ve become a bit of a snob, and I can honestly say I’ve set my standards impossibly high. I sit down post-date and pick apart the other person, intentionally extinguishing any interest or spark I was feeling.

I want someone smart, but not smarter than me because I’m afraid of feeling stupid. He needs to have an education, a good sense of humour and quite frankly, I need to find him attractive. If he doesn’t like kids, he’s absolutely barking up the wrong tree and don’t get me started on poor grammar. He also had better be able to deal with my busy schedule, general flightiness and the fact that I’ll likely publish our relationship.

Even if I’m really into someone during our date, I find myself tarnishing the positive image I had of that person by the next evening. Why? Well, the jury is still out on that one. Maybe I just need to find the spark…

…or not douse it when I see it.

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