I thought I’d gotten married for life

…but there I was, on my therapist’s couch after a particularly difficult call with a lawyer.

Poor Me.

Sad.

I looked at my therapist and asked a question. A question I had asked my lawyer earlier, after all of the hardest questions were out of the way.
When do I start dating?

“Whenever you want. Now wouldn’t be a bad time.”

I don’t want. I wanted to stay married. I wanted for things to work out. But reality was different from that old, tired dream. Reality was that I was a single mom to three kids. Reality was that I was scared, I was sad, and I was alone. Reality was that I was betrayed, heartbroken and surviving.

But I wanted something. I wanted to prove that I could be open to love. Open to possibility. I wanted to find a person to love, and I wanted to be loved. And of course, I was horny.

So I went home and downloaded Tinder.

And that’s when a new dream was born.

10,000 men swiped right on me within 4 days of me making a dumb little profile. For the next 3 or so months I went on several dates. Some were amazing. Some were unsafe. Some were boring. Some were magical. Some were catfish. One was particularly special.

And the whole time I had no idea what I was doing. I had only seriously dated one man, my ex husband. I didn’t know what I valued, what they valued, when to get physical, when to bail. All I wanted was someone to guide me through.

Now I’m that guide. Now I’m the one who sifts through profiles and people and stories to find people like me their person. And it’s an honor to do so.

I can’t wait to share more of my story and more from the lovely humans I work with.