I welcome you to join me on my journey…
Dating is difficult. After encountering catfish number 9000, at least, (and not the ictheological kind) I’m thinking of throwing in the towel on this whole dating thing. It’s frustrating. It’s a never-ending process of trying to make sense of, and find a path through, an ever-changing sea of people…men…possible dates…potential lovers.
Here’s my reality. I’m divorced. I’m forty. I view that last as a bit of a dirty word, but it’s true and I can’t stop the progression of time. I’m a single mom. I have wonderful children, and I love my darlings dearly, however, I don’t accept that because I procreated my life as a sensual woman in my own right is over. I’m attractive – pretty with a nice figure – though I don’t look like I did at twenty-five (see comment above).
So many of my friends and acquaintances have credited me with being courageous simply because I put myself out there and try. I fail, I get up and try again. What continues to motivate me, you ask? Sex. Pure, un-adulterated, carnal desire. There’s also the ever-elusive quest to find love and have my needs met – and a little romance never did a girl a wrong. But, I like sex and I’m not having any except with myself. It’s terrible. At times, it’s excruciating.
What’s wrong with me, some might ask. Many people think that as a woman who wants and enjoys sex I should have an easy time finding partners. Well, yes and no. If I wanted to be minimally selective I could have sex nightly. If I was good at casual sex with no strings attached, or thought sex was best without a mental connection, I’d be having it regularly. The problem is I’ve had some amazing lovers, and very intense connections with men, and I don’t want to settle for less. I’m picky.
I’m also a tart. There I said it – it’s true – even though my mother and grandmothers would cringe. I like my lipstick. I like to flaunt my curves. I like men. However, a tart is not a slut – I do not sleep around. I’m very sensual and I dress provocatively. My own sister at a family holiday gathering felt like she had to adjust my top to cover me more modestly before taking a family photo with me. No, my boobs really weren’t showing, but I have been known to wear low V-necks and the shirt in question did require a well-placed safety pin.
Now before you think I’m all boobs and no brain, or completely man crazy. Or worse - desperate – I’m not. I’m educated. I’m accomplished. I’m successful. But those things are only part of the puzzle of life. I am a complete, healthy, multi-faceted woman who wants quality male companionship.
I invite you to join me. Share in my personal moments – my triumphs, my tribulations, laughter and tears – in this human journey for what really matters: life, love, affection, and connection with other human beings in an increasingly less interactive, and more virtual, world.