I decided at some point that this was going to be my summer of zero dates.
I was online and on apps a lot. I had more first dates in a two month period than I had in my entire life, and I was always a pretty active dater. Nothing disastrous had happened. Nothing traumatic. I just felt as if the dating had become a chore.
For most people, casual conversation with a “mostly” stranger like the dates you have online are difficult. For me, I could talk to anyone…really. The janitor. The CEO. The three-year old child. The eighty-year old guy with Dementia on the subway. Conversing with dates was a breeze.
I met interesting people…and not so interesting people. Some were a little crazy while others were perfectly fine.
None gave me a tingle or spark. None made me say, let’s take this to the next level.
And hey, when you are divorced and dating, we all know how tough that can be.
Juggling your schedules around the kids…if you’ve both got them or you or your date is a parent.
Trusting someone after perhaps some intense trust fails from an ex.
Revealing parts of yourself and being vulnerable after watching a marriage fail.
Dating after divorce is an intricate dance, and one that I had committed to carrying out, from the beginning intro the final curtsy, but before summer had even dropped its hot humid temperatures on the East Coast, I was just done.
Not bitter. Not jaded.
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