I’m going to get real honest with this post. There’s something that’s really been bothering me and I need to get it off my chest. I haven’t been having the best luck lately with Tinder and OKCupid – or as Dame Dessa and I call it OKStupid – and it’s left me feeling a little discouraged. There have been days that have gone by with only a match or two when my finger feels cramped from swiping left and right repetitively. It’s led me to a retrospective place about the whole dating game in general. And that’s when it hit me. Dating really is just that – a game.
I’ve accomplished many things in my (short) adulthood and divorce is one of those things on that list. For the anonymity of everyone involved let’s call him Todd. The long and the short of it is this, Todd and I were young, stupid and in lust. Not love — lust. I was a single mom looking to make a family and he was an addict looking for someone to take care of him. The relationship was doomed from the very beginning. I’ll skip the gory details and launch into the waters I’m surfing now…dating after divorce.