Tim from Wrigley

Adorable was the first thought that came to mind when I scrolled by his picture online. I recall going back a few times to read his profile. He sounded great, and he met the basic requirements which became a standard pretty quickly. No men under 5'11 and they had to have decent income, by that I meant make the same as me or more. Tim met both requirements, including sounding like someone I would actually really like to meet. He was looking for "the girl next door" type. I thought of myself as such. So I initiated contact by sending a wink. Then the waiting game started. After a few days of no response wink, I thought I would send him a brief note. "You are handsome" is what I sent. I got a response, and when I saw his profile name pop up on my phone, the journey was about to start...or so I thought. Tim quickly responded and after some chats, he asked me for my number. We texted back and forth and that quickly went south. I by mistake revealed too much information about my life...in particular my sex life. We quickly shared what we liked and didn't like...and I could tell I had caught Tim's undivided attention. He wanted to meet...and so we agreed on a local restuarant near my home, where there was also a bar. I was excited, anticipating our date. And so Thursday nite arrived. He drove quite the distance to meet me, over a 45 minute drive. Tim arrived first. He texted me that he had arrived, and so I texted for him to wait for me as I was less than 5 minutes away. I parked a few parking spots over from his BMW, another clue that he not only had good taste, but probably a decent job. He approached me, as I got out of my car. He was dressed in tan pants, with a button down shirt and a sports jacket. He was handsome, just like I expected. We went inside and had dinner at the restaurant...we both sat on the same side of the booth...I thought it was sweet and cozy. We talked about our journey thus far with online dating...and I thought we got along pretty well, though he had somewhat of a dry sense of humor. All in all, a good date I thought....until I never heard back from him. I texted to see how he was and the undivided attention vanished. I got one word responses back and I knew instantly...Tim was not interested in me. And so I knew...it may be a long journey to find my other glass slipper.

My Journey Begins...

After 22 years of marriage which doesn't include 4 years we dated...for a total of 26 years, I find myself like a fish out of water. Where and how do I begin to find love again? I went through the rough part. Facing the betrayal I felt, the tears I thought would never end, the anger, the shame, the fear of being alone with my two teenage sons. Would I be ok? Would we be ok? These are the questions that kept me up at night. And so I reached the point. You know, the point where I felt strong enough again to head out on this journey in search of my prince. Here begins...the chronicles of love for a divorced mother of 2 in her late 40s.