Dating single mothers kids
It would be a lie to say I didn't have any dating skills.
Like most young women, I'd had plenty of dates that never went anywhere, and some memorable ones that eventually blossomed into relationships.
The dating part seemed relatively easy -- if there was a spark, you went out again -- but the relationship part was a different story entirely.
When I found myself in the midst of a divorce and navigating a new dating world -- this time as a single mother -- it dawned on me that any experience garnered in my former incarnation as a single woman had to be thrown out the window.
I was not in any shape to go out and meet a new love interest, nor was anyone seeking my company (dour divorcee is hardly on the top of anyone's list of desired dates).
Eventually, after the fog of said miserable divorce started to lift -- or perhaps precipitated by my intense desire for it to lift -- friends and acquaintances began to set me up on dates.
Early on in the blind date parade, there was the attractive young television director, with whom I shared a quirky lunch date.
We sat down at a restaurant on Melrose and began the process of inquiring about each other's lives.
He took such lingering pauses before responding that I started to think he'd forgotten the question.
Then, just as the silence had stretched to the point of becoming awkward, he would reel himself back in from his mental escape hatch and say something witty.