Dating After Divorce…two Words for Ya
What's worse than being a 30 something year old woman out in the dating world trying to find her perfect soul mate? Being a 30 something year old woman out in the dating world trying to find her second perfect soul mate who doesn't mind that she's divorced, unemployed, and has two young kids that he'll have to pretend to find charming and delightful. What could be worse than that? Oh, I've got something worse than that…
Let's start with the dating scene. I've been out of it for a good twelve years, so when my single friends complained about the state of dating and relationships I just thought they needed to quit whining and make some more effort. And maybe lose 5 lbs. And do something with that God-awful haircut they've had for the last 15 years. But I digress. Smug in my perfect marriage, with my perfect husband and my perfect children, I was conceited enough to look down upon the lonely masses and breathe a sigh of relief that I was not one of them. And then it happened.
The D word. Divorce. My perfect husband came crashing down, ripping my perfect marriage down with him like some bad soap opera actor tearing down the lush silk dining room curtains in a drunken rage. But this was no soap opera (I wish it was because then I could have shot him, suffered from amnesia, ran off to a deserted island, been pronounced dead in a shipwreck, and miraculously come back with a nice tight face lift and perky boobs…but I digress again!)
So what's a girl to do? More importantly what's a divorced girl with two kids under ten to do? Two words for ya…ONLINE DATING.
Now, I know, I know, you've all heard the horror stories about online dating: the men have combovers, are ugly, and sex freaks, the women are desperate, fifty pounds overweight with names like Shirley Ann who post pictures from ten years ago (in case there are any Shirley Ann's in the audience, I think that is a perfectly classy and beautiful name). Well I am here to tell you these horror stories are wrong, WRONG I tell you! I met a wonderful, sexy, man from France who took me to expensive restaurants, appreciated fine wine, and could speak articulately about literature, world events, and global warming and the affect it's having on innocent bunny rabbits. Then he dumped me and I quickly found out that those horror stories are all TRUE, every last one of them!
So as not to send you screaming into the night, I'll give a brief synopsis of what I've encountered in one (yes, just ONE) month of online dating. The first date after my heart was smashed by Frenchie was a tall cute Indian guy who is an engineer. So far so good. We got drinks, talked about business, and world events, nice guy. He could be the one. Second date: Walk along the beach and more great conversation. About him. And his job. And how much money he made. And how he had enough money in his portfolio to retire today at 36. Yeah, I thought all this was great and wonderful, but why didn't he take me to lunch. Nothing fancy, just a burger, a nice salad. Know what I got? A cup of coffee. A freakin' six hour date and all I got was a cup of coffee! Oh, we did stop at McDonalds, but that was to get another cup of coffee…for him. 6 sugars, 6 creams. No lie. Now I love lots of sugar and cream but c'mon be a man!
Second date: Neurotic 51 year old Jewish ex-stockbroker. Great body, but kept talking about his ex wife's shoe collection. Third date: Divorced, 38 year old lawyer. He kept talking about his ex-wife's new boyfriend and how he wasn't jealous. Fourth date: married swinger, another lawyer. No comment necessary. Fifth date: 48 (defiantly lying about his age) entrepreneur who couldn't keep his hands off of me 30 minutes into our date and kept telling me how black chicks were hot. (He was a white South Afrikan, must have been some residual apartheid guilt). The dating blitz continues… (my heart was broken, cut me some slack)! Sixth date: a hot, hot, hot 24 year old. Unfortunately he was also dumb, dumb, dumb, wanted me to meet his mom, plan our wedding and adopt my kids all by next week. What kind of 24 year old is this? Rounding out my dating rodeo was a bi-sexual artist, a beefed up real estate broker who kept bragging about some land he bought behind Paris Hilton's house, and a city commissioner who had his six year old daughter call me the day after our first date to ask if I could be her new mommy. Needless to say, she didn't get a call back!
So, what is a divorced girl with two kids under the age of ten to do? Two words for ya…STAY HOME!
But seriously, fellow divorcees, I know it's tough advice but please don't go through what I went through. Stay home, work on you, love you, treat you right, and that special someone will come along to sweep you off your feet. Sweep yourself off your own feet first by realizing how awesome you are…and don't date married swingers!
visit www.kimhess.com to get more tips on gaining your sanity back (if you ever had any!) in this crazy, crazy world.
Let's start with the dating scene. I've been out of it for a good twelve years, so when my single friends complained about the state of dating and relationships I just thought they needed to quit whining and make some more effort. And maybe lose 5 lbs. And do something with that God-awful haircut they've had for the last 15 years. But I digress. Smug in my perfect marriage, with my perfect husband and my perfect children, I was conceited enough to look down upon the lonely masses and breathe a sigh of relief that I was not one of them. And then it happened.
The D word. Divorce. My perfect husband came crashing down, ripping my perfect marriage down with him like some bad soap opera actor tearing down the lush silk dining room curtains in a drunken rage. But this was no soap opera (I wish it was because then I could have shot him, suffered from amnesia, ran off to a deserted island, been pronounced dead in a shipwreck, and miraculously come back with a nice tight face lift and perky boobs…but I digress again!)
So what's a girl to do? More importantly what's a divorced girl with two kids under ten to do? Two words for ya…ONLINE DATING.
Now, I know, I know, you've all heard the horror stories about online dating: the men have combovers, are ugly, and sex freaks, the women are desperate, fifty pounds overweight with names like Shirley Ann who post pictures from ten years ago (in case there are any Shirley Ann's in the audience, I think that is a perfectly classy and beautiful name). Well I am here to tell you these horror stories are wrong, WRONG I tell you! I met a wonderful, sexy, man from France who took me to expensive restaurants, appreciated fine wine, and could speak articulately about literature, world events, and global warming and the affect it's having on innocent bunny rabbits. Then he dumped me and I quickly found out that those horror stories are all TRUE, every last one of them!
So as not to send you screaming into the night, I'll give a brief synopsis of what I've encountered in one (yes, just ONE) month of online dating. The first date after my heart was smashed by Frenchie was a tall cute Indian guy who is an engineer. So far so good. We got drinks, talked about business, and world events, nice guy. He could be the one. Second date: Walk along the beach and more great conversation. About him. And his job. And how much money he made. And how he had enough money in his portfolio to retire today at 36. Yeah, I thought all this was great and wonderful, but why didn't he take me to lunch. Nothing fancy, just a burger, a nice salad. Know what I got? A cup of coffee. A freakin' six hour date and all I got was a cup of coffee! Oh, we did stop at McDonalds, but that was to get another cup of coffee…for him. 6 sugars, 6 creams. No lie. Now I love lots of sugar and cream but c'mon be a man!
Second date: Neurotic 51 year old Jewish ex-stockbroker. Great body, but kept talking about his ex wife's shoe collection. Third date: Divorced, 38 year old lawyer. He kept talking about his ex-wife's new boyfriend and how he wasn't jealous. Fourth date: married swinger, another lawyer. No comment necessary. Fifth date: 48 (defiantly lying about his age) entrepreneur who couldn't keep his hands off of me 30 minutes into our date and kept telling me how black chicks were hot. (He was a white South Afrikan, must have been some residual apartheid guilt). The dating blitz continues… (my heart was broken, cut me some slack)! Sixth date: a hot, hot, hot 24 year old. Unfortunately he was also dumb, dumb, dumb, wanted me to meet his mom, plan our wedding and adopt my kids all by next week. What kind of 24 year old is this? Rounding out my dating rodeo was a bi-sexual artist, a beefed up real estate broker who kept bragging about some land he bought behind Paris Hilton's house, and a city commissioner who had his six year old daughter call me the day after our first date to ask if I could be her new mommy. Needless to say, she didn't get a call back!
So, what is a divorced girl with two kids under the age of ten to do? Two words for ya…STAY HOME!
But seriously, fellow divorcees, I know it's tough advice but please don't go through what I went through. Stay home, work on you, love you, treat you right, and that special someone will come along to sweep you off your feet. Sweep yourself off your own feet first by realizing how awesome you are…and don't date married swingers!
visit www.kimhess.com to get more tips on gaining your sanity back (if you ever had any!) in this crazy, crazy world.