Mr. Right Now (aka: my confession)

by mssinglemama on September 1, 2008

I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for this single mom to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least.

I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me.

Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is my Ex, with some horrible news.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

UPDATE

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.


I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for this single mom to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least.

I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me.

Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is my Ex, with some horrible news.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

UPDATE

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.


I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for this single mom to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least.

I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me.

Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is my Ex, with some horrible news.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

UPDATE

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.


»This website has moved to MsSingleMama.com.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for mommy to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least. I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me. Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is Ex.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.

»This website has moved to MsSingleMama.com.

Why? Because this single mom outgrew the old space – so get your but over here to see the latest from Ms. Single Mama!

I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for this single mom to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least.

I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me.

Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is my Ex, with some horrible news.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

UPDATE

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.


I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for this single mom to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least.

I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me.

Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is my Ex, with some horrible news.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

UPDATE

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.


»This website has moved to MsSingleMama.com.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for mommy to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least. I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me. Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is Ex.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.

»This website has moved to MsSingleMama.com.

Why? Because this single mom outgrew the old space – so get your but over here to see the latest from Ms. Single Mama!

I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for this single mom to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least.

I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me.

Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is my Ex, with some horrible news.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

UPDATE

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.


»This website has moved to MsSingleMama.com.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for mommy to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least. I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me. Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is Ex.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.

»This website has moved to MsSingleMama.com.

Why? Because this single mom outgrew the old space – so get your but over here to see the latest from Ms. Single Mama!

Last week, the night after I got home from Denmark, I found an old Maurice Sendak book packed in a box my mother had sent back with my ex-husband. Nightmare in the Closet.

Do you remember it?

The boy always shuts his closet door – every single night – too scared to look back. And then one night he decides to stare his nightmare down with a pop-gun, a helmet and a pillow shield. When the monster pops out, he shoots… the monster starts crying.

My mother is talking to herself in the kitchen. Her boyfriend and my uncle are out on the back deck.

“Boy, this has not worked out very well. This is all now basically water,” my mother, still talking to herself.

That shit I never want to see again.

Hey there… it’s been a while. Hasn’t it? I’ve been catching up from my mild case of jet lag and all of the work that piled up while I was away (laundry).

Some other things have come up, they’re throwing me for a loop.

Benjamin is fine. I’m fine. I am going through some kind of single mom growth spurt. As for my confession.  Here it is: I have a maintenance man.

There are so many red flags. But I can’t stop and I’m constantly torn. Can I really be with someone who doesn’t want to be with me forever? Then I remember how hard it is out there – how hard it is to find someone you actually fit with. How hard it is to find that elusive chemistry. But can I find chemistry with someone else if I’m fanning the flames of chemistry with another man?

My inner catholic school girl won’t let me. It’s why I haven’t really been out there dating (because if he weren’t in the picture I would be). In fact, I have tried to date other men – men I haven’t even written about because the encounters are so brief. It usually ends with them trying to kiss me, me feeling nothing and telling them I can’t see them.

And I’m serious when I say I do not want a husband right now or a serious relationship of any kind. I’m still wrapped up in my own head. Trying to stop the spinning of the last four years of my life. And part of me does still believe that most men are a pain in the ass. Can you blame me?

I still owe $6,000 to a credit card company because my ex-husband ran up a bill in a card under both of our names. I didn’t realize my name was on the card. Each week he returns Benjamin – who as my mom said tonight, “Looks like Benjamin and talks like Benjamin and still has cute as Benjamin, but he’s a different kid.”

What happened to me? Where did I go? Before I figure that out, nothing will work with someone else.

I’ve been divorced for over two years now.

Not sure if I recommend it or not. Especially when you used to actually be in love with your maintenance man. But what if you still are? And why in the hell are you? The man I end up with will fit, inextricably.

That shit I never want to see again.

When your eyes stop working on you, it’s a pain in the ass

Why’d you have to give him a man’s name? You eliminated yourself? That’s bizarre.

This is it, Dream of the Blue Turtles.

There was a man in Denmark I met. At a bar. He was a fisherman (maybe). He hardly spoke a word of English but he looked just like Sting. A pink v-neck t-shirt under a black cardigan. Dark jeans. Lightening blond hair and high cheek bones.

“Before you leave,” he said, “I have to tell you something.”

“What?”

“You look like a girl I used to date. Sev- seven years ago. When I look at you I see her, no!, I see her when I look at you.”

It was the longest sentence he’d said all night. He had to think it out first.
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for this single mom to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least.

I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me.

Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is my Ex, with some horrible news.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

UPDATE

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.


I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for this single mom to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least.

I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me.

Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is my Ex, with some horrible news.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

UPDATE

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.


»This website has moved to MsSingleMama.com.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for mommy to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least. I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me. Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is Ex.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.

»This website has moved to MsSingleMama.com.

Why? Because this single mom outgrew the old space – so get your but over here to see the latest from Ms. Single Mama!

I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for this single mom to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least.

I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me.

Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is my Ex, with some horrible news.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

UPDATE

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.


»This website has moved to MsSingleMama.com.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for mommy to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least. I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me. Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is Ex.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.

»This website has moved to MsSingleMama.com.

Why? Because this single mom outgrew the old space – so get your but over here to see the latest from Ms. Single Mama!

Last week, the night after I got home from Denmark, I found an old Maurice Sendak book packed in a box my mother had sent back with my ex-husband. Nightmare in the Closet.

Do you remember it?

The boy always shuts his closet door – every single night – too scared to look back. And then one night he decides to stare his nightmare down with a pop-gun, a helmet and a pillow shield. When the monster pops out, he shoots… the monster starts crying.

My mother is talking to herself in the kitchen. Her boyfriend and my uncle are out on the back deck.

“Boy, this has not worked out very well. This is all now basically water,” my mother, still talking to herself.

That shit I never want to see again.

Hey there… it’s been a while. Hasn’t it? I’ve been catching up from my mild case of jet lag and all of the work that piled up while I was away (laundry).

Some other things have come up, they’re throwing me for a loop.

Benjamin is fine. I’m fine. I am going through some kind of single mom growth spurt. As for my confession.  Here it is: I have a maintenance man.

There are so many red flags. But I can’t stop and I’m constantly torn. Can I really be with someone who doesn’t want to be with me forever? Then I remember how hard it is out there – how hard it is to find someone you actually fit with. How hard it is to find that elusive chemistry. But can I find chemistry with someone else if I’m fanning the flames of chemistry with another man?

My inner catholic school girl won’t let me. It’s why I haven’t really been out there dating (because if he weren’t in the picture I would be). In fact, I have tried to date other men – men I haven’t even written about because the encounters are so brief. It usually ends with them trying to kiss me, me feeling nothing and telling them I can’t see them.

And I’m serious when I say I do not want a husband right now or a serious relationship of any kind. I’m still wrapped up in my own head. Trying to stop the spinning of the last four years of my life. And part of me does still believe that most men are a pain in the ass. Can you blame me?

I still owe $6,000 to a credit card company because my ex-husband ran up a bill in a card under both of our names. I didn’t realize my name was on the card. Each week he returns Benjamin – who as my mom said tonight, “Looks like Benjamin and talks like Benjamin and still has cute as Benjamin, but he’s a different kid.”

What happened to me? Where did I go? Before I figure that out, nothing will work with someone else.

I’ve been divorced for over two years now.

Not sure if I recommend it or not. Especially when you used to actually be in love with your maintenance man. But what if you still are? And why in the hell are you? The man I end up with will fit, inextricably.

That shit I never want to see again.

When your eyes stop working on you, it’s a pain in the ass

Why’d you have to give him a man’s name? You eliminated yourself? That’s bizarre.

This is it, Dream of the Blue Turtles.

There was a man in Denmark I met. At a bar. He was a fisherman (maybe). He hardly spoke a word of English but he looked just like Sting. A pink v-neck t-shirt under a black cardigan. Dark jeans. Lightening blond hair and high cheek bones.

“Before you leave,” he said, “I have to tell you something.”

“What?”

“You look like a girl I used to date. Sev- seven years ago. When I look at you I see her, no!, I see her when I look at you.”

It was the longest sentence he’d said all night. He had to think it out first.
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for this single mom to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least.

I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me.

Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is my Ex, with some horrible news.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

UPDATE

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.


»This website has moved to MsSingleMama.com.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for mommy to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least. I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me. Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is Ex.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.

»This website has moved to MsSingleMama.com.

Why? Because this single mom outgrew the old space – so get your but over here to see the latest from Ms. Single Mama!

Last week, the night after I got home from Denmark, I found an old Maurice Sendak book packed in a box my mother had sent back with my ex-husband. Nightmare in the Closet.

Do you remember it?

The boy always shuts his closet door – every single night – too scared to look back. And then one night he decides to stare his nightmare down with a pop-gun, a helmet and a pillow shield. When the monster pops out, he shoots… the monster starts crying.

My mother is talking to herself in the kitchen. Her boyfriend and my uncle are out on the back deck.

“Boy, this has not worked out very well. This is all now basically water,” my mother, still talking to herself.

That shit I never want to see again.

Hey there… it’s been a while. Hasn’t it? I’ve been catching up from my mild case of jet lag and all of the work that piled up while I was away (laundry).

Some other things have come up, they’re throwing me for a loop.

Benjamin is fine. I’m fine. I am going through some kind of single mom growth spurt. As for my confession.  Here it is: I have a maintenance man.

There are so many red flags. But I can’t stop and I’m constantly torn. Can I really be with someone who doesn’t want to be with me forever? Then I remember how hard it is out there – how hard it is to find someone you actually fit with. How hard it is to find that elusive chemistry. But can I find chemistry with someone else if I’m fanning the flames of chemistry with another man?

My inner catholic school girl won’t let me. It’s why I haven’t really been out there dating (because if he weren’t in the picture I would be). In fact, I have tried to date other men – men I haven’t even written about because the encounters are so brief. It usually ends with them trying to kiss me, me feeling nothing and telling them I can’t see them.

And I’m serious when I say I do not want a husband right now or a serious relationship of any kind. I’m still wrapped up in my own head. Trying to stop the spinning of the last four years of my life. And part of me does still believe that most men are a pain in the ass. Can you blame me?

I still owe $6,000 to a credit card company because my ex-husband ran up a bill in a card under both of our names. I didn’t realize my name was on the card. Each week he returns Benjamin – who as my mom said tonight, “Looks like Benjamin and talks like Benjamin and still has cute as Benjamin, but he’s a different kid.”

What happened to me? Where did I go? Before I figure that out, nothing will work with someone else.

I’ve been divorced for over two years now.

Not sure if I recommend it or not. Especially when you used to actually be in love with your maintenance man. But what if you still are? And why in the hell are you? The man I end up with will fit, inextricably.

That shit I never want to see again.

When your eyes stop working on you, it’s a pain in the ass

Why’d you have to give him a man’s name? You eliminated yourself? That’s bizarre.

This is it, Dream of the Blue Turtles.

There was a man in Denmark I met. At a bar. He was a fisherman (maybe). He hardly spoke a word of English but he looked just like Sting. A pink v-neck t-shirt under a black cardigan. Dark jeans. Lightening blond hair and high cheek bones.

“Before you leave,” he said, “I have to tell you something.”

“What?”

“You look like a girl I used to date. Sev- seven years ago. When I look at you I see her, no!, I see her when I look at you.”

It was the longest sentence he’d said all night. He had to think it out first.
Last week, the night after I got home from Denmark, I found an old Maurice Sendak book packed in a box my mother had sent back with my ex-husband. Nightmare in the Closet. 

Do you remember it? 

The boy always shuts his closet door – every single night – too scared to look back. And then one night he decides to stare his nightmare down with a pop-gun, a helmet and a pillow shield. When the monster pops out, he shoots… the monster starts crying. 

My mother is talking to herself in the kitchen. Her boyfriend and my uncle are out on the back deck.

“Boy, this has not worked out very well. This is all now basically water,” my mother, still talking to herself. 

That shit I never want to see again. 

 

Hey there… it’s been a while. Hasn’t it? I’ve been catching up from my mild case of jet lag and all of the work that piled up while I was away (laundry). 

Some other things have come up, they’re throwing me for a loop. 

Benjamin is fine. I’m fine. I am going through some kind of single mom growth spurt. As for my confession.  Here it is: I have a maintenance man. 

There are so many red flags. But I can’t stop and I’m constantly torn. Can I really be with someone who doesn’t want to be with me forever? Then I remember how hard it is out there – how hard it is to find someone you actually fit with. How hard it is to find that elusive chemistry. But can I find chemistry with someone else if I’m fanning the flames of chemistry with another man? 

My inner catholic school girl won’t let me. So… that’s why I haven’t really been out there dating (because if he weren’t in the picture I would be). In fact, I have tried to date other men – but none of them actually pan out. And I’m serious when I say I do not want a husband right now or a serious relationship of any kind. I’m still wrapped up in my own head. Trying to stop the spinning of the last four years of my life. And part of me does still believe that most men are a pain in the ass. Can you blame me?

I still owe $6,000 to a credit card company because my ex-husband ran up a bill in a card under both of our names. I didn’t 

 What happened to me? Where did I go? Before I figure that out, nothing will work with someone else.

I’ve been divorced for over two years now. 

Not sure if I recommend it or not. Especially when you used to actually be in love with your maintenance man. But what if you still are? And why in the hell are you? The man I end up with will fit, inextricably.  

That shit I never want to see again. 

When your eyes stop working on you, it’s a pain in the ass

Why’d you have to give him a man’s name? You eliminated yourself? That’s bizarre. 

This is it, Dream of the Blue Turtles. 

There was a man in Denmark I met. At a bar. He was a fisherman (maybe). He hardly spoke a word of English but he looked just like Sting. A pink v-neck t-shirt under a black cardigan. Dark jeans. Lightening blond hair and high cheek bones.

“Before you leave,” he said, “I have to tell you something.”

“What?”

“You look like a girl I used to date. Sev- seven years ago. When I look at you I see her, no!, I see her when I look at you.”

It was the longest sentence he’d said all night. He had to think it out first.
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for this single mom to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least.

I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me.

Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is my Ex, with some horrible news.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

UPDATE

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.


I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for this single mom to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least.

I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me.

Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is my Ex, with some horrible news.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

UPDATE

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.


»This website has moved to MsSingleMama.com.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for mommy to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least. I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me. Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is Ex.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.

»This website has moved to MsSingleMama.com.

Why? Because this single mom outgrew the old space – so get your but over here to see the latest from Ms. Single Mama!

I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for this single mom to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least.

I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me.

Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is my Ex, with some horrible news.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

UPDATE

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.


»This website has moved to MsSingleMama.com.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for mommy to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least. I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me. Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is Ex.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.

»This website has moved to MsSingleMama.com.

Why? Because this single mom outgrew the old space – so get your but over here to see the latest from Ms. Single Mama!

Last week, the night after I got home from Denmark, I found an old Maurice Sendak book packed in a box my mother had sent back with my ex-husband. Nightmare in the Closet.

Do you remember it?

The boy always shuts his closet door – every single night – too scared to look back. And then one night he decides to stare his nightmare down with a pop-gun, a helmet and a pillow shield. When the monster pops out, he shoots… the monster starts crying.

My mother is talking to herself in the kitchen. Her boyfriend and my uncle are out on the back deck.

“Boy, this has not worked out very well. This is all now basically water,” my mother, still talking to herself.

That shit I never want to see again.

Hey there… it’s been a while. Hasn’t it? I’ve been catching up from my mild case of jet lag and all of the work that piled up while I was away (laundry).

Some other things have come up, they’re throwing me for a loop.

Benjamin is fine. I’m fine. I am going through some kind of single mom growth spurt. As for my confession.  Here it is: I have a maintenance man.

There are so many red flags. But I can’t stop and I’m constantly torn. Can I really be with someone who doesn’t want to be with me forever? Then I remember how hard it is out there – how hard it is to find someone you actually fit with. How hard it is to find that elusive chemistry. But can I find chemistry with someone else if I’m fanning the flames of chemistry with another man?

My inner catholic school girl won’t let me. It’s why I haven’t really been out there dating (because if he weren’t in the picture I would be). In fact, I have tried to date other men – men I haven’t even written about because the encounters are so brief. It usually ends with them trying to kiss me, me feeling nothing and telling them I can’t see them.

And I’m serious when I say I do not want a husband right now or a serious relationship of any kind. I’m still wrapped up in my own head. Trying to stop the spinning of the last four years of my life. And part of me does still believe that most men are a pain in the ass. Can you blame me?

I still owe $6,000 to a credit card company because my ex-husband ran up a bill in a card under both of our names. I didn’t realize my name was on the card. Each week he returns Benjamin – who as my mom said tonight, “Looks like Benjamin and talks like Benjamin and still has cute as Benjamin, but he’s a different kid.”

What happened to me? Where did I go? Before I figure that out, nothing will work with someone else.

I’ve been divorced for over two years now.

Not sure if I recommend it or not. Especially when you used to actually be in love with your maintenance man. But what if you still are? And why in the hell are you? The man I end up with will fit, inextricably.

That shit I never want to see again.

When your eyes stop working on you, it’s a pain in the ass

Why’d you have to give him a man’s name? You eliminated yourself? That’s bizarre.

This is it, Dream of the Blue Turtles.

There was a man in Denmark I met. At a bar. He was a fisherman (maybe). He hardly spoke a word of English but he looked just like Sting. A pink v-neck t-shirt under a black cardigan. Dark jeans. Lightening blond hair and high cheek bones.

“Before you leave,” he said, “I have to tell you something.”

“What?”

“You look like a girl I used to date. Sev- seven years ago. When I look at you I see her, no!, I see her when I look at you.”

It was the longest sentence he’d said all night. He had to think it out first.
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for this single mom to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least.

I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me.

Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is my Ex, with some horrible news.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

UPDATE

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.


»This website has moved to MsSingleMama.com.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for mommy to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least. I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me. Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is Ex.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.

»This website has moved to MsSingleMama.com.

Why? Because this single mom outgrew the old space – so get your but over here to see the latest from Ms. Single Mama!

Last week, the night after I got home from Denmark, I found an old Maurice Sendak book packed in a box my mother had sent back with my ex-husband. Nightmare in the Closet.

Do you remember it?

The boy always shuts his closet door – every single night – too scared to look back. And then one night he decides to stare his nightmare down with a pop-gun, a helmet and a pillow shield. When the monster pops out, he shoots… the monster starts crying.

My mother is talking to herself in the kitchen. Her boyfriend and my uncle are out on the back deck.

“Boy, this has not worked out very well. This is all now basically water,” my mother, still talking to herself.

That shit I never want to see again.

Hey there… it’s been a while. Hasn’t it? I’ve been catching up from my mild case of jet lag and all of the work that piled up while I was away (laundry).

Some other things have come up, they’re throwing me for a loop.

Benjamin is fine. I’m fine. I am going through some kind of single mom growth spurt. As for my confession.  Here it is: I have a maintenance man.

There are so many red flags. But I can’t stop and I’m constantly torn. Can I really be with someone who doesn’t want to be with me forever? Then I remember how hard it is out there – how hard it is to find someone you actually fit with. How hard it is to find that elusive chemistry. But can I find chemistry with someone else if I’m fanning the flames of chemistry with another man?

My inner catholic school girl won’t let me. It’s why I haven’t really been out there dating (because if he weren’t in the picture I would be). In fact, I have tried to date other men – men I haven’t even written about because the encounters are so brief. It usually ends with them trying to kiss me, me feeling nothing and telling them I can’t see them.

And I’m serious when I say I do not want a husband right now or a serious relationship of any kind. I’m still wrapped up in my own head. Trying to stop the spinning of the last four years of my life. And part of me does still believe that most men are a pain in the ass. Can you blame me?

I still owe $6,000 to a credit card company because my ex-husband ran up a bill in a card under both of our names. I didn’t realize my name was on the card. Each week he returns Benjamin – who as my mom said tonight, “Looks like Benjamin and talks like Benjamin and still has cute as Benjamin, but he’s a different kid.”

What happened to me? Where did I go? Before I figure that out, nothing will work with someone else.

I’ve been divorced for over two years now.

Not sure if I recommend it or not. Especially when you used to actually be in love with your maintenance man. But what if you still are? And why in the hell are you? The man I end up with will fit, inextricably.

That shit I never want to see again.

When your eyes stop working on you, it’s a pain in the ass

Why’d you have to give him a man’s name? You eliminated yourself? That’s bizarre.

This is it, Dream of the Blue Turtles.

There was a man in Denmark I met. At a bar. He was a fisherman (maybe). He hardly spoke a word of English but he looked just like Sting. A pink v-neck t-shirt under a black cardigan. Dark jeans. Lightening blond hair and high cheek bones.

“Before you leave,” he said, “I have to tell you something.”

“What?”

“You look like a girl I used to date. Sev- seven years ago. When I look at you I see her, no!, I see her when I look at you.”

It was the longest sentence he’d said all night. He had to think it out first.
Last week, the night after I got home from Denmark, I found an old Maurice Sendak book packed in a box my mother had sent back with my ex-husband. Nightmare in the Closet. 

Do you remember it? 

The boy always shuts his closet door – every single night – too scared to look back. And then one night he decides to stare his nightmare down with a pop-gun, a helmet and a pillow shield. When the monster pops out, he shoots… the monster starts crying. 

My mother is talking to herself in the kitchen. Her boyfriend and my uncle are out on the back deck.

“Boy, this has not worked out very well. This is all now basically water,” my mother, still talking to herself. 

That shit I never want to see again. 

 

Hey there… it’s been a while. Hasn’t it? I’ve been catching up from my mild case of jet lag and all of the work that piled up while I was away (laundry). 

Some other things have come up, they’re throwing me for a loop. 

Benjamin is fine. I’m fine. I am going through some kind of single mom growth spurt. As for my confession.  Here it is: I have a maintenance man. 

There are so many red flags. But I can’t stop and I’m constantly torn. Can I really be with someone who doesn’t want to be with me forever? Then I remember how hard it is out there – how hard it is to find someone you actually fit with. How hard it is to find that elusive chemistry. But can I find chemistry with someone else if I’m fanning the flames of chemistry with another man? 

My inner catholic school girl won’t let me. So… that’s why I haven’t really been out there dating (because if he weren’t in the picture I would be). In fact, I have tried to date other men – but none of them actually pan out. And I’m serious when I say I do not want a husband right now or a serious relationship of any kind. I’m still wrapped up in my own head. Trying to stop the spinning of the last four years of my life. And part of me does still believe that most men are a pain in the ass. Can you blame me?

I still owe $6,000 to a credit card company because my ex-husband ran up a bill in a card under both of our names. I didn’t 

 What happened to me? Where did I go? Before I figure that out, nothing will work with someone else.

I’ve been divorced for over two years now. 

Not sure if I recommend it or not. Especially when you used to actually be in love with your maintenance man. But what if you still are? And why in the hell are you? The man I end up with will fit, inextricably.  

That shit I never want to see again. 

When your eyes stop working on you, it’s a pain in the ass

Why’d you have to give him a man’s name? You eliminated yourself? That’s bizarre. 

This is it, Dream of the Blue Turtles. 

There was a man in Denmark I met. At a bar. He was a fisherman (maybe). He hardly spoke a word of English but he looked just like Sting. A pink v-neck t-shirt under a black cardigan. Dark jeans. Lightening blond hair and high cheek bones.

“Before you leave,” he said, “I have to tell you something.”

“What?”

“You look like a girl I used to date. Sev- seven years ago. When I look at you I see her, no!, I see her when I look at you.”

It was the longest sentence he’d said all night. He had to think it out first.
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for this single mom to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least.

I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me.

Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is my Ex, with some horrible news.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

UPDATE

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.


»This website has moved to MsSingleMama.com.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for mommy to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least. I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me. Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is Ex.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.

»This website has moved to MsSingleMama.com.

Why? Because this single mom outgrew the old space – so get your but over here to see the latest from Ms. Single Mama!

Last week, the night after I got home from Denmark, I found an old Maurice Sendak book packed in a box my mother had sent back with my ex-husband. Nightmare in the Closet.

Do you remember it?

The boy always shuts his closet door – every single night – too scared to look back. And then one night he decides to stare his nightmare down with a pop-gun, a helmet and a pillow shield. When the monster pops out, he shoots… the monster starts crying.

My mother is talking to herself in the kitchen. Her boyfriend and my uncle are out on the back deck.

“Boy, this has not worked out very well. This is all now basically water,” my mother, still talking to herself.

That shit I never want to see again.

Hey there… it’s been a while. Hasn’t it? I’ve been catching up from my mild case of jet lag and all of the work that piled up while I was away (laundry).

Some other things have come up, they’re throwing me for a loop.

Benjamin is fine. I’m fine. I am going through some kind of single mom growth spurt. As for my confession.  Here it is: I have a maintenance man.

There are so many red flags. But I can’t stop and I’m constantly torn. Can I really be with someone who doesn’t want to be with me forever? Then I remember how hard it is out there – how hard it is to find someone you actually fit with. How hard it is to find that elusive chemistry. But can I find chemistry with someone else if I’m fanning the flames of chemistry with another man?

My inner catholic school girl won’t let me. It’s why I haven’t really been out there dating (because if he weren’t in the picture I would be). In fact, I have tried to date other men – men I haven’t even written about because the encounters are so brief. It usually ends with them trying to kiss me, me feeling nothing and telling them I can’t see them.

And I’m serious when I say I do not want a husband right now or a serious relationship of any kind. I’m still wrapped up in my own head. Trying to stop the spinning of the last four years of my life. And part of me does still believe that most men are a pain in the ass. Can you blame me?

I still owe $6,000 to a credit card company because my ex-husband ran up a bill in a card under both of our names. I didn’t realize my name was on the card. Each week he returns Benjamin – who as my mom said tonight, “Looks like Benjamin and talks like Benjamin and still has cute as Benjamin, but he’s a different kid.”

What happened to me? Where did I go? Before I figure that out, nothing will work with someone else.

I’ve been divorced for over two years now.

Not sure if I recommend it or not. Especially when you used to actually be in love with your maintenance man. But what if you still are? And why in the hell are you? The man I end up with will fit, inextricably.

That shit I never want to see again.

When your eyes stop working on you, it’s a pain in the ass

Why’d you have to give him a man’s name? You eliminated yourself? That’s bizarre.

This is it, Dream of the Blue Turtles.

There was a man in Denmark I met. At a bar. He was a fisherman (maybe). He hardly spoke a word of English but he looked just like Sting. A pink v-neck t-shirt under a black cardigan. Dark jeans. Lightening blond hair and high cheek bones.

“Before you leave,” he said, “I have to tell you something.”

“What?”

“You look like a girl I used to date. Sev- seven years ago. When I look at you I see her, no!, I see her when I look at you.”

It was the longest sentence he’d said all night. He had to think it out first.
Last week, the night after I got home from Denmark, I found an old Maurice Sendak book packed in a box my mother had sent back with my ex-husband. Nightmare in the Closet. 

Do you remember it? 

The boy always shuts his closet door – every single night – too scared to look back. And then one night he decides to stare his nightmare down with a pop-gun, a helmet and a pillow shield. When the monster pops out, he shoots… the monster starts crying. 

My mother is talking to herself in the kitchen. Her boyfriend and my uncle are out on the back deck.

“Boy, this has not worked out very well. This is all now basically water,” my mother, still talking to herself. 

That shit I never want to see again. 

 

Hey there… it’s been a while. Hasn’t it? I’ve been catching up from my mild case of jet lag and all of the work that piled up while I was away (laundry). 

Some other things have come up, they’re throwing me for a loop. 

Benjamin is fine. I’m fine. I am going through some kind of single mom growth spurt. As for my confession.  Here it is: I have a maintenance man. 

There are so many red flags. But I can’t stop and I’m constantly torn. Can I really be with someone who doesn’t want to be with me forever? Then I remember how hard it is out there – how hard it is to find someone you actually fit with. How hard it is to find that elusive chemistry. But can I find chemistry with someone else if I’m fanning the flames of chemistry with another man? 

My inner catholic school girl won’t let me. So… that’s why I haven’t really been out there dating (because if he weren’t in the picture I would be). In fact, I have tried to date other men – but none of them actually pan out. And I’m serious when I say I do not want a husband right now or a serious relationship of any kind. I’m still wrapped up in my own head. Trying to stop the spinning of the last four years of my life. And part of me does still believe that most men are a pain in the ass. Can you blame me?

I still owe $6,000 to a credit card company because my ex-husband ran up a bill in a card under both of our names. I didn’t 

 What happened to me? Where did I go? Before I figure that out, nothing will work with someone else.

I’ve been divorced for over two years now. 

Not sure if I recommend it or not. Especially when you used to actually be in love with your maintenance man. But what if you still are? And why in the hell are you? The man I end up with will fit, inextricably.  

That shit I never want to see again. 

When your eyes stop working on you, it’s a pain in the ass

Why’d you have to give him a man’s name? You eliminated yourself? That’s bizarre. 

This is it, Dream of the Blue Turtles. 

There was a man in Denmark I met. At a bar. He was a fisherman (maybe). He hardly spoke a word of English but he looked just like Sting. A pink v-neck t-shirt under a black cardigan. Dark jeans. Lightening blond hair and high cheek bones.

“Before you leave,” he said, “I have to tell you something.”

“What?”

“You look like a girl I used to date. Sev- seven years ago. When I look at you I see her, no!, I see her when I look at you.”

It was the longest sentence he’d said all night. He had to think it out first.
Last week, the night after I got home from Denmark, I found an old Maurice Sendak book packed in a box my mother had sent back with my ex-husband. Nightmare in the Closet. 

Do you remember it? 

The boy always shuts his closet door – every single night – too scared to look back. And then one night he decides to stare his nightmare down with a pop-gun, a helmet and a pillow shield. When the monster pops out, he shoots… the monster starts crying. 

My mother is talking to herself in the kitchen. Her boyfriend and my uncle are out on the back deck.

“Boy, this has not worked out very well. This is all now basically water,” my mother, still talking to herself. 

That shit I never want to see again. 

 

Hey there… it’s been a while. Hasn’t it? I’ve been catching up from my mild case of jet lag and all of the work that piled up while I was away (laundry). 

Some other things have come up, they’re throwing me for a loop. 

Benjamin is fine. I’m fine. I am going through some kind of single mom growth spurt. As for my confession.  Here it is: I have a maintenance man. 

There are so many red flags. But I can’t stop and I’m constantly torn. Can I really be with someone who doesn’t want to be with me forever? Then I remember how hard it is out there – how hard it is to find someone you actually fit with. How hard it is to find that elusive chemistry. But can I find chemistry with someone else if I’m fanning the flames of chemistry with another man? 

My inner catholic school girl won’t let me. It’s why I haven’t really been out there dating (because if he weren’t in the picture I would be). In fact, I have tried to date other men – but none of them actually pan out. And I’m serious when I say I do not want a husband right now or a serious relationship of any kind. I’m still wrapped up in my own head. Trying to stop the spinning of the last four years of my life. And part of me does still believe that most men are a pain in the ass. Can you blame me?

I still owe $6,000 to a credit card company because my ex-husband ran up a bill in a card under both of our names. I didn’t realize my name was on the card. Each week he returns Benjamin – who as my mom said tonight, “Looks like Benjamin and talks like Benjamin and still has cute as Benjamin, but 

 What happened to me? Where did I go? Before I figure that out, nothing will work with someone else.

I’ve been divorced for over two years now. 

Not sure if I recommend it or not. Especially when you used to actually be in love with your maintenance man. But what if you still are? And why in the hell are you? The man I end up with will fit, inextricably.  

That shit I never want to see again. 

When your eyes stop working on you, it’s a pain in the ass

Why’d you have to give him a man’s name? You eliminated yourself? That’s bizarre. 

This is it, Dream of the Blue Turtles. 

There was a man in Denmark I met. At a bar. He was a fisherman (maybe). He hardly spoke a word of English but he looked just like Sting. A pink v-neck t-shirt under a black cardigan. Dark jeans. Lightening blond hair and high cheek bones.

“Before you leave,” he said, “I have to tell you something.”

“What?”

“You look like a girl I used to date. Sev- seven years ago. When I look at you I see her, no!, I see her when I look at you.”

It was the longest sentence he’d said all night. He had to think it out first.
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for this single mom to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least.

I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me.

Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is my Ex, with some horrible news.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

UPDATE

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.


I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for this single mom to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least.

I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me.

Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is my Ex, with some horrible news.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

UPDATE

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.


»This website has moved to MsSingleMama.com.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for mommy to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least. I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me. Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is Ex.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.

»This website has moved to MsSingleMama.com.

Why? Because this single mom outgrew the old space – so get your but over here to see the latest from Ms. Single Mama!

I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for this single mom to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least.

I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me.

Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is my Ex, with some horrible news.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

UPDATE

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.


»This website has moved to MsSingleMama.com.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for mommy to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least. I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me. Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is Ex.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.

»This website has moved to MsSingleMama.com.

Why? Because this single mom outgrew the old space – so get your but over here to see the latest from Ms. Single Mama!

Last week, the night after I got home from Denmark, I found an old Maurice Sendak book packed in a box my mother had sent back with my ex-husband. Nightmare in the Closet.

Do you remember it?

The boy always shuts his closet door – every single night – too scared to look back. And then one night he decides to stare his nightmare down with a pop-gun, a helmet and a pillow shield. When the monster pops out, he shoots… the monster starts crying.

My mother is talking to herself in the kitchen. Her boyfriend and my uncle are out on the back deck.

“Boy, this has not worked out very well. This is all now basically water,” my mother, still talking to herself.

That shit I never want to see again.

Hey there… it’s been a while. Hasn’t it? I’ve been catching up from my mild case of jet lag and all of the work that piled up while I was away (laundry).

Some other things have come up, they’re throwing me for a loop.

Benjamin is fine. I’m fine. I am going through some kind of single mom growth spurt. As for my confession.  Here it is: I have a maintenance man.

There are so many red flags. But I can’t stop and I’m constantly torn. Can I really be with someone who doesn’t want to be with me forever? Then I remember how hard it is out there – how hard it is to find someone you actually fit with. How hard it is to find that elusive chemistry. But can I find chemistry with someone else if I’m fanning the flames of chemistry with another man?

My inner catholic school girl won’t let me. It’s why I haven’t really been out there dating (because if he weren’t in the picture I would be). In fact, I have tried to date other men – men I haven’t even written about because the encounters are so brief. It usually ends with them trying to kiss me, me feeling nothing and telling them I can’t see them.

And I’m serious when I say I do not want a husband right now or a serious relationship of any kind. I’m still wrapped up in my own head. Trying to stop the spinning of the last four years of my life. And part of me does still believe that most men are a pain in the ass. Can you blame me?

I still owe $6,000 to a credit card company because my ex-husband ran up a bill in a card under both of our names. I didn’t realize my name was on the card. Each week he returns Benjamin – who as my mom said tonight, “Looks like Benjamin and talks like Benjamin and still has cute as Benjamin, but he’s a different kid.”

What happened to me? Where did I go? Before I figure that out, nothing will work with someone else.

I’ve been divorced for over two years now.

Not sure if I recommend it or not. Especially when you used to actually be in love with your maintenance man. But what if you still are? And why in the hell are you? The man I end up with will fit, inextricably.

That shit I never want to see again.

When your eyes stop working on you, it’s a pain in the ass

Why’d you have to give him a man’s name? You eliminated yourself? That’s bizarre.

This is it, Dream of the Blue Turtles.

There was a man in Denmark I met. At a bar. He was a fisherman (maybe). He hardly spoke a word of English but he looked just like Sting. A pink v-neck t-shirt under a black cardigan. Dark jeans. Lightening blond hair and high cheek bones.

“Before you leave,” he said, “I have to tell you something.”

“What?”

“You look like a girl I used to date. Sev- seven years ago. When I look at you I see her, no!, I see her when I look at you.”

It was the longest sentence he’d said all night. He had to think it out first.
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for this single mom to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least.

I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me.

Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is my Ex, with some horrible news.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

UPDATE

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.


»This website has moved to MsSingleMama.com.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for mommy to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least. I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me. Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is Ex.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.

»This website has moved to MsSingleMama.com.

Why? Because this single mom outgrew the old space – so get your but over here to see the latest from Ms. Single Mama!

Last week, the night after I got home from Denmark, I found an old Maurice Sendak book packed in a box my mother had sent back with my ex-husband. Nightmare in the Closet.

Do you remember it?

The boy always shuts his closet door – every single night – too scared to look back. And then one night he decides to stare his nightmare down with a pop-gun, a helmet and a pillow shield. When the monster pops out, he shoots… the monster starts crying.

My mother is talking to herself in the kitchen. Her boyfriend and my uncle are out on the back deck.

“Boy, this has not worked out very well. This is all now basically water,” my mother, still talking to herself.

That shit I never want to see again.

Hey there… it’s been a while. Hasn’t it? I’ve been catching up from my mild case of jet lag and all of the work that piled up while I was away (laundry).

Some other things have come up, they’re throwing me for a loop.

Benjamin is fine. I’m fine. I am going through some kind of single mom growth spurt. As for my confession.  Here it is: I have a maintenance man.

There are so many red flags. But I can’t stop and I’m constantly torn. Can I really be with someone who doesn’t want to be with me forever? Then I remember how hard it is out there – how hard it is to find someone you actually fit with. How hard it is to find that elusive chemistry. But can I find chemistry with someone else if I’m fanning the flames of chemistry with another man?

My inner catholic school girl won’t let me. It’s why I haven’t really been out there dating (because if he weren’t in the picture I would be). In fact, I have tried to date other men – men I haven’t even written about because the encounters are so brief. It usually ends with them trying to kiss me, me feeling nothing and telling them I can’t see them.

And I’m serious when I say I do not want a husband right now or a serious relationship of any kind. I’m still wrapped up in my own head. Trying to stop the spinning of the last four years of my life. And part of me does still believe that most men are a pain in the ass. Can you blame me?

I still owe $6,000 to a credit card company because my ex-husband ran up a bill in a card under both of our names. I didn’t realize my name was on the card. Each week he returns Benjamin – who as my mom said tonight, “Looks like Benjamin and talks like Benjamin and still has cute as Benjamin, but he’s a different kid.”

What happened to me? Where did I go? Before I figure that out, nothing will work with someone else.

I’ve been divorced for over two years now.

Not sure if I recommend it or not. Especially when you used to actually be in love with your maintenance man. But what if you still are? And why in the hell are you? The man I end up with will fit, inextricably.

That shit I never want to see again.

When your eyes stop working on you, it’s a pain in the ass

Why’d you have to give him a man’s name? You eliminated yourself? That’s bizarre.

This is it, Dream of the Blue Turtles.

There was a man in Denmark I met. At a bar. He was a fisherman (maybe). He hardly spoke a word of English but he looked just like Sting. A pink v-neck t-shirt under a black cardigan. Dark jeans. Lightening blond hair and high cheek bones.

“Before you leave,” he said, “I have to tell you something.”

“What?”

“You look like a girl I used to date. Sev- seven years ago. When I look at you I see her, no!, I see her when I look at you.”

It was the longest sentence he’d said all night. He had to think it out first.
Last week, the night after I got home from Denmark, I found an old Maurice Sendak book packed in a box my mother had sent back with my ex-husband. Nightmare in the Closet. 

Do you remember it? 

The boy always shuts his closet door – every single night – too scared to look back. And then one night he decides to stare his nightmare down with a pop-gun, a helmet and a pillow shield. When the monster pops out, he shoots… the monster starts crying. 

My mother is talking to herself in the kitchen. Her boyfriend and my uncle are out on the back deck.

“Boy, this has not worked out very well. This is all now basically water,” my mother, still talking to herself. 

That shit I never want to see again. 

 

Hey there… it’s been a while. Hasn’t it? I’ve been catching up from my mild case of jet lag and all of the work that piled up while I was away (laundry). 

Some other things have come up, they’re throwing me for a loop. 

Benjamin is fine. I’m fine. I am going through some kind of single mom growth spurt. As for my confession.  Here it is: I have a maintenance man. 

There are so many red flags. But I can’t stop and I’m constantly torn. Can I really be with someone who doesn’t want to be with me forever? Then I remember how hard it is out there – how hard it is to find someone you actually fit with. How hard it is to find that elusive chemistry. But can I find chemistry with someone else if I’m fanning the flames of chemistry with another man? 

My inner catholic school girl won’t let me. So… that’s why I haven’t really been out there dating (because if he weren’t in the picture I would be). In fact, I have tried to date other men – but none of them actually pan out. And I’m serious when I say I do not want a husband right now or a serious relationship of any kind. I’m still wrapped up in my own head. Trying to stop the spinning of the last four years of my life. And part of me does still believe that most men are a pain in the ass. Can you blame me?

I still owe $6,000 to a credit card company because my ex-husband ran up a bill in a card under both of our names. I didn’t 

 What happened to me? Where did I go? Before I figure that out, nothing will work with someone else.

I’ve been divorced for over two years now. 

Not sure if I recommend it or not. Especially when you used to actually be in love with your maintenance man. But what if you still are? And why in the hell are you? The man I end up with will fit, inextricably.  

That shit I never want to see again. 

When your eyes stop working on you, it’s a pain in the ass

Why’d you have to give him a man’s name? You eliminated yourself? That’s bizarre. 

This is it, Dream of the Blue Turtles. 

There was a man in Denmark I met. At a bar. He was a fisherman (maybe). He hardly spoke a word of English but he looked just like Sting. A pink v-neck t-shirt under a black cardigan. Dark jeans. Lightening blond hair and high cheek bones.

“Before you leave,” he said, “I have to tell you something.”

“What?”

“You look like a girl I used to date. Sev- seven years ago. When I look at you I see her, no!, I see her when I look at you.”

It was the longest sentence he’d said all night. He had to think it out first.
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.

And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…

I hear in my mind all of these voices.

I hear in my mind all of these words.

I hear in my mind all of this music.

And it breaks my heart.

-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.

Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for this single mom to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least.

I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me.

Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is my Ex, with some horrible news.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

UPDATE

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.


»This website has moved to MsSingleMama.com.

Monday night is my one free night of the week.

It’s the night Benjamin’s father comes. So, I get to go out and have a worry-free night. This week was Monday night #3 with the new man person in my life. I put on my super-hot outfit, kissed Benjamin good-bye and left. He and his father were jumping up and down in the living room jamming to the Fratellis and all was right in the world. Time for mommy to have some fun!

My date was interesting, to say the least. I really like this guy and we have major potential but in the past three weeks I have been over-calling him and freaking out. This is new to me. I never used to be like this. I would play by “the rules” and carry out the proper dating etiquette. But, I head out, determined to have a great date and to try and forget all of the crazy confusion I’ve been feeling.

This desperation I’m feeling comes and goes, but when I have a man in my sights I just freak out – thinking – this could be it. It could all be over. Mr. Prince Charming is finally here. I build them up in my minds, then they come crashing down and – poof – he turns into a frog. That aside…

The night develops and he basically calls me out on my nervousness. I tell him – “Every second I spend with you is time spent away from my son and my friends. I only have one or two nights out a week. So I have to know it’s heading somewhere.”

He looks at me and kisses me. Tells me I look stunningly beautiful and my knees buckle. I’m lost, gone. So far away from mommy land. We finish up our night of bar hopping and head back to his place. I was so caught up in the moment that I left my purse down in his kitchen and didn’t hear the several missed calls from my ex. Woke up in the morning, had more amazing sex, and then dashed home. My mascara running down my eyes, my outfit still hot but wrinkled and smelling of bar smoke.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. But, I have to do this. If I don’t do this dating thing and if I don’t have time to spend with someone how will I ever actually end up with someone? So I’m rationalizing, justifying and feeling incredibly guilty the entire way home.

I walk inside and there is Ex.

“Benjamin puked twice last night.” What!!!???? He has never puked in his little life and I wasn’t there. But, Benjamin survived the experience and so did his father. I feel like an awful mother though for not being there…but at the same time I feel refreshed and happy because I had such an amazing time last night. I don’t think I’m alone. Feeling torn goes with the territory of singlemomdom…ultimately we will have to test men out in order to find one.

The little fling with this particular man person ended less than one week later. Why? I told him about Benjamin puking and he didn’t even bother to ask how he was feeling. Red flag. Weak in the knees or not, I don’t want a man who doesn’t care or even pretend to care about my son.

»This website has moved to MsSingleMama.com.

Why? Because this single mom outgrew the old space – so get your but over here to see the latest from Ms. Single Mama!

Last week, the night after I got home from Denmark, I found an old Maurice Sendak book packed in a box my mother had sent back with my ex-husband. Nightmare in the Closet.

Do you remember it?

The boy always shuts his closet door – every single night – too scared to look back. And then one night he decides to stare his nightmare down with a pop-gun, a helmet and a pillow shield. When the monster pops out, he shoots… the monster starts crying.

My mother is talking to herself in the kitchen. Her boyfriend and my uncle are out on the back deck.

“Boy, this has not worked out very well. This is all now basically water,” my mother, still talking to herself.

That shit I never want to see again.

Hey there… it’s been a while. Hasn’t it? I’ve been catching up from my mild case of jet lag and all of the work that piled up while I was away (laundry).

Some other things have come up, they’re throwing me for a loop.

Benjamin is fine. I’m fine. I am going through some kind of single mom growth spurt. As for my confession.  Here it is: I have a maintenance man.

There are so many red flags. But I can’t stop and I’m constantly torn. Can I really be with someone who doesn’t want to be with me forever? Then I remember how hard it is out there – how hard it is to find someone you actually fit with. How hard it is to find that elusive chemistry. But can I find chemistry with someone else if I’m fanning the flames of chemistry with another man?

My inner catholic school girl won’t let me. It’s why I haven’t really been out there dating (because if he weren’t in the picture I would be). In fact, I have tried to date other men – men I haven’t even written about because the encounters are so brief. It usually ends with them trying to kiss me, me feeling nothing and telling them I can’t see them.

And I’m serious when I say I do not want a husband right now or a serious relationship of any kind. I’m still wrapped up in my own head. Trying to stop the spinning of the last four years of my life. And part of me does still believe that most men are a pain in the ass. Can you blame me?

I still owe $6,000 to a credit card company because my ex-husband ran up a bill in a card under both of our names. I didn’t realize my name was on the card. Each week he returns Benjamin – who as my mom said tonight, “Looks like Benjamin and talks like Benjamin and still has cute as Benjamin, but he’s a different kid.”

What happened to me? Where did I go? Before I figure that out, nothing will work with someone else.

I’ve been divorced for over two years now.

Not sure if I recommend it or not. Especially when you used to actually be in love with your maintenance man. But what if you still are? And why in the hell are you? The man I end up with will fit, inextricably.

That shit I never want to see again.

When your eyes stop working on you, it’s a pain in the ass

Why’d you have to give him a man’s name? You eliminated yourself? That’s bizarre.

This is it, Dream of the Blue Turtles.

There was a man in Denmark I met. At a bar. He was a fisherman (maybe). He hardly spoke a word of English but he looked just like Sting. A pink v-neck t-shirt under a black cardigan. Dark jeans. Lightening blond hair and high cheek bones.

“Before you leave,” he said, “I have to tell you something.”

“What?”

“You look like a girl I used to date. Sev- seven years ago. When I look at you I see her, no!, I see her when I look at you.”

It was the longest sentence he’d said all night. He had to think it out first.
Last week, the night after I got home from Denmark, I found an old Maurice Sendak book packed in a box my mother had sent back with my ex-husband. Nightmare in the Closet. 

Do you remember it? 

The boy always shuts his closet door – every single night – too scared to look back. And then one night he decides to stare his nightmare down with a pop-gun, a helmet and a pillow shield. When the monster pops out, he shoots… the monster starts crying. 

My mother is talking to herself in the kitchen. Her boyfriend and my uncle are out on the back deck.

“Boy, this has not worked out very well. This is all now basically water,” my mother, still talking to herself. 

That shit I never want to see again. 

 

Hey there… it’s been a while. Hasn’t it? I’ve been catching up from my mild case of jet lag and all of the work that piled up while I was away (laundry). 

Some other things have come up, they’re throwing me for a loop. 

Benjamin is fine. I’m fine. I am going through some kind of single mom growth spurt. As for my confession.  Here it is: I have a maintenance man. 

There are so many red flags. But I can’t stop and I’m constantly torn. Can I really be with someone who doesn’t want to be with me forever? Then I remember how hard it is out there – how hard it is to find someone you actually fit with. How hard it is to find that elusive chemistry. But can I find chemistry with someone else if I’m fanning the flames of chemistry with another man? 

My inner catholic school girl won’t let me. So… that’s why I haven’t really been out there dating (because if he weren’t in the picture I would be). In fact, I have tried to date other men – but none of them actually pan out. And I’m serious when I say I do not want a husband right now or a serious relationship of any kind. I’m still wrapped up in my own head. Trying to stop the spinning of the last four years of my life. And part of me does still believe that most men are a pain in the ass. Can you blame me?

I still owe $6,000 to a credit card company because my ex-husband ran up a bill in a card under both of our names. I didn’t 

 What happened to me? Where did I go? Before I figure that out, nothing will work with someone else.

I’ve been divorced for over two years now. 

Not sure if I recommend it or not. Especially when you used to actually be in love with your maintenance man. But what if you still are? And why in the hell are you? The man I end up with will fit, inextricably.  

That shit I never want to see again. 

When your eyes stop working on you, it’s a pain in the ass

Why’d you have to give him a man’s name? You eliminated yourself? That’s bizarre. 

This is it, Dream of the Blue Turtles. 

There was a man in Denmark I met. At a bar. He was a fisherman (maybe). He hardly spoke a word of English but he looked just like Sting. A pink v-neck t-shirt under a black cardigan. Dark jeans. Lightening blond hair and high cheek bones.

“Before you leave,” he said, “I have to tell you something.”

“What?”

“You look like a girl I used to date. Sev- seven years ago. When I look at you I see her, no!, I see her when I look at you.”

It was the longest sentence he’d said all night. He had to think it out first.
Last week, the night after I got home from Denmark, I found an old Maurice Sendak book packed in a box my mother had sent back with my ex-husband. Nightmare in the Closet. 

Do you remember it? 

The boy always shuts his closet door – every single night – too scared to look back. And then one night he decides to stare his nightmare down with a pop-gun, a helmet and a pillow shield. When the monster pops out, he shoots… the monster starts crying. 

My mother is talking to herself in the kitchen. Her boyfriend and my uncle are out on the back deck.

“Boy, this has not worked out very well. This is all now basically water,” my mother, still talking to herself. 

That shit I never want to see again. 

 

Hey there… it’s been a while. Hasn’t it? I’ve been catching up from my mild case of jet lag and all of the work that piled up while I was away (laundry). 

Some other things have come up, they’re throwing me for a loop. 

Benjamin is fine. I’m fine. I am going through some kind of single mom growth spurt. As for my confession.  Here it is: I have a maintenance man. 

There are so many red flags. But I can’t stop and I’m constantly torn. Can I really be with someone who doesn’t want to be with me forever? Then I remember how hard it is out there – how hard it is to find someone you actually fit with. How hard it is to find that elusive chemistry. But can I find chemistry with someone else if I’m fanning the flames of chemistry with another man? 

My inner catholic school girl won’t let me. It’s why I haven’t really been out there dating (because if he weren’t in the picture I would be). In fact, I have tried to date other men – but none of them actually pan out. And I’m serious when I say I do not want a husband right now or a serious relationship of any kind. I’m still wrapped up in my own head. Trying to stop the spinning of the last four years of my life. And part of me does still believe that most men are a pain in the ass. Can you blame me?

I still owe $6,000 to a credit card company because my ex-husband ran up a bill in a card under both of our names. I didn’t realize my name was on the card. Each week he returns Benjamin – who as my mom said tonight, “Looks like Benjamin and talks like Benjamin and still has cute as Benjamin, but 

 What happened to me? Where did I go? Before I figure that out, nothing will work with someone else.

I’ve been divorced for over two years now. 

Not sure if I recommend it or not. Especially when you used to actually be in love with your maintenance man. But what if you still are? And why in the hell are you? The man I end up with will fit, inextricably.  

That shit I never want to see again. 

When your eyes stop working on you, it’s a pain in the ass

Why’d you have to give him a man’s name? You eliminated yourself? That’s bizarre. 

This is it, Dream of the Blue Turtles. 

There was a man in Denmark I met. At a bar. He was a fisherman (maybe). He hardly spoke a word of English but he looked just like Sting. A pink v-neck t-shirt under a black cardigan. Dark jeans. Lightening blond hair and high cheek bones.

“Before you leave,” he said, “I have to tell you something.”

“What?”

“You look like a girl I used to date. Sev- seven years ago. When I look at you I see her, no!, I see her when I look at you.”

It was the longest sentence he’d said all night. He had to think it out first.

I don’t know why this feels like a confession.

I’m not ashamed. I don’t even think anything I’m about to tell you is “bad.” It’s just that I’ve been keeping it from you and that in itself is more of the confession. I try to be as honest as I can here. The price for my honesty is a small one to pay, if my fellow single mothers learn or gain from my dating experiences.

Here it is:

I have a maintenance man or a Mr. Right Now.

I can’t quit him and I’m constantly torn. Can I really be with someone who isn’t really that into me? Is this bad for Benjamin? Then I remember how hard it is out there – how hard it is to find that elusive chemistry, how hard it is to find a man who gets me. But… and it’s a big “but”…

If I’m fanning the flames of chemistry with Mr. Right Now will I miss Mr. Right?

I’ve been trying not to let these fears get to me, because every time they do – they turn out to be completely bottomless. What’s the point?

So who is Mr. Right Now? Someone you all know, or at least someone my long-time readers know. Kris. We met, nearly a year ago, on a night when I’d decided to completely write off men. I was finally content with being single and then he walked into the bar. One week later as we lay next to each other he cradled me in his arms, squeezed me tight and then whispered in my ears, “I think you’re my girl.”

I smiled to myself in the dark. It was adorable. Absolutely adorable. And it was the way he said it, this 23-year-old who had never really been in love before, now falling for – of all people – a single mother. He had no idea what was in store. And neither did I.

My fear then was that he would run away once he got a taste of my real life.

But he didn’t. We only fell deeper. Me, completely relaxed, like I’d never been before. For the first time I learned how to just have fun with someone. To leave my expectations and fears at the door and just enjoy the moment. In the end, we broke up, not once, but twice. They weren’t angry, dramatic break ups – just bitter sweet.

And since the big break up in March we’ve been seeing each other on and off.  I’ve also been seeing other men… or trying to. But each dating experience inevitably ends with a few awkward kisses and then me telling them, “I just can’t.”

If I didn’t have a Mr. Right Now would those dates have panned out?

I’d like to believe not. But I can’t be sure. Recently I threw in the towel. Why bother dating these other guys if my interest in them doesn’t compete with my interest in Kris? And besides, I don’t have time. If the guy even has a remote chance, I’ve got to feel something – and I just wasn’t. I confessed my little predicament to Kris. We were standing outside of a movie theater.

“I’m trying to date other guys,” I said, he’d heard this before.

“Good, that’s good.”

“But I’m not interested in any of them.”

“Why?” he looked confused, yes – Kris truly does want me to date other men. He wants me to find someone worthy. He doesn’t feel like he’s up for the job – for the job of the permanent man.

“I try to be interested,” I am flustered, he’s so gorgeous, those green-hazel eyes and his dark hair – my Clark Kent (he’s a bit of a nerd), “I think I’m not because I still like you. I only want to be with you. So, there you have it. Do with that what you will – but I just had to tell you.”

He smiled. A big smile. I was relieved, part of me thought he was going to look at me with nothing in his eyes. “I love dating you too … but I can’t be your rock, I can’t move in with you or anything.”

Note to dating single moms: Apparently unless you spell it out very clearly, some men assume you want to move in with them. I have no clue how Kris conjured up this fear. There was the one time I told him he could move in and be my man slave – but I assumed he knew I was kidding.

“I don’t need a rock and I definitely don’t want anyone moving in with me – especially not you!” We both started laughing and walked hand and hand to a coffee shop next to the theater.

I would be leaving for Denmark in three weeks.

I left with an open mind and Kris’ blessings to, “Have fun, damn it!” And I know that in Thomas’ case, the Kris thing – whatever it is – had no effect on the lack of sparkage there. The sparks, with Thomas, from the beginning were largely friendship sparks. We are long-distance friends, old friends who trust each other but romance has always alluded us.

Everything I’ve been writing since March has been completely truthful, but it got to a point where I just needed to tell you about a missing ingredient. And if you’re a new reader and want the skinny on Kris, use my search field (top right hand corner) and type in his name. You’ll see tons of past posts.

I don’t know why I can’t shake him or if I even should. I do enjoy him tremendously for certain single mama needs. Sometimes I think I can handle it. Just be with someone – casually – and then I catch myself daydreaming about something more… about someone who can give me more. I can’t fall for Kris. Every time I do the feelings are quickly snuffed out by the stark reality that he’s just now trying to figure out life – let alone women.

Please tell me you’ve been here before – or that at the very least, you’re taking something away from me spilling my guts.

P.S.

I feel better now.

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jonb September 1, 2008 at 4:46 pm

I think one of the hardest parts about dating is being honest with yourself and what makes you happy. The fact that you so readily evaluate yourself is so important. It sounds like Kris is someone you would have liked to have met in a few years once he figured life out more and had some experience under his belt. I don;t see anything wrong in measuring your enjoyment with men against what you had/have with Kris.

I would ask you this question though: Are you ready for a serious relationship? You have a lot on your plate and have been through a lot. And believe me, I know first hand the demands(and joy) a child places on your life. Do you have a level of familiarity and comfort with Kris that allows you to fit him in to your life at your convenience?

May I ask, why does Kris feel he is not up to the task of being yours fully? Is it because you have a child or that he is young and still finding himself?

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Debra September 1, 2008 at 4:52 pm

This is the big confession? 🙂 That a man who was such an important part of your life, and Benjamin’s, for a substantial amount of time, who treated you well, made you enjoy life and experience friendship and love is a hard habit to break? Yeah, this is terrible news! 😉 (I’m completely joking!) Think of it this way, back to a post a week or so ago, the person you need in your life when you need them there will appear. Kris is what you need right now apparently. If for no other reason, than as a benchmark to how a good relationship should feel. Will you miss Mr Right if Kris is still in your life? No way! But having him in your life, as a reminder of how people who care about each other should treat one another may prevent you from settling for Mr. Wrong when you get lonely. Be grateful for him, don’t worry about if it’s the right thing to do, you’ll know when/if it isn’t a good idea to continue.

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single mommy September 1, 2008 at 5:15 pm

Don’t EVER be afriad again to share with us!!!!

I think my husband was probably a Mr. Right Now that I just couldn’t give up.

Seriously though, I can see how hard this is for you. I want to tell you to jusy enjoy what you are getting out of it and keep dating. However it’s easier said than done.

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Katie September 1, 2008 at 5:42 pm

I think that only you can know who/what is the right guy/relationship for you at whatever point you are in your life. Like Jon said, are you ready for a SERIOUS relationship right now? If things with Kris are fun and easy and he is able to be in your life and it doesn’t cause any damage and you know that it doesn’t bother Benjamin, then why not? It sounds like you both are enjoying yourselves and seeing where this will go and that is a good thing. But if you are truly looking for Mr. Right instead of Mr. Right Now, then I would say that maybe you two do need to go back to being just friends. I was with my Mr. Right Now for a very long time hoping he would eventually turn into Mr. Right and alas he never did. I think Kris sounds like a truly great guy and actually very mature for his age. But I also think that people in general, and men in particular tell us how they feel. His encouraging you to date other men and telling you that he can’t be your rock, you have to take that a face value because that isn’t going to change any time soon. If you can handle just dating him casually then go for it.

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liz September 1, 2008 at 5:47 pm

So glad you shared!

I had a Mr. Right Now. I craved the physical and he provided it. It was very clear (to me, at least) that there was no emotional connection.

And then someone came along who had the potential to be Mr. Right (he ended up not being, but that’s another story all together). The point is, I didn’t miss Mr. Right because of Mr. Right Now.

Mr. Right Now is meeting some needs of yours. Enjoy it. But don’t worry…you won’t miss Mr. Right.

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mssinglemama September 1, 2008 at 7:15 pm

To answer some questions:

Am I ready for a relationship? I’m not sure… with the right person – yes, I’d like to think I’m ready. (Here’s to hoping! Will only be able to truly tell when I meet him).

I think Katie’s point is just what I’m trying to sort out in my head – am I truly looking for Mr. Right? If so, than will being with Kris get in the way? A lot to think about. But yes, I’m trying my hardest to relax and just enjoy what it is… not a big deal, really.

I’m just so glad I finally found the words to share all of this with you.

Jon B. Kris fits in all of the time. He’s known us for so long and he’s amazing with Benjamin, but I keep the time between the two limited to once (or twice at the max) per week. And no, it’s not that I have a young guy – it’s because, I think, Kris doesn’t want to commit to any woman right now – child or not.

Debra – I love your advice. And I was thinking about Kris when I wrote that post (can’t remember which one) on who we need in our life at that moment… oh, it was the soul mate post here.

http://mssinglemama.com/12/single-mom-love/

And Debra, you’re so right – being with Kris, a great guy, keeps me away from the bad guys.

Single mommy… yes, easier said than done isn’t it? Sheesh.

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Jamshad February 4, 2015 at 11:00 am

I’m such a broken recrod about this, around the InterToob, but I have to spout a little more about the value of the Kris n Dean show.From 1992 to 2007 I spent my time in relative writing frustration and obscurity. Lots and lots of rejections, lots of wasted time, and a general sense that I was out to sea’ and not really getting anywhere.I wish I’d done the Kris n Dean show ten years ago. If I’d done the Kris n Dean show in 2000 I just have to wonder how much further along my career would be now? So much great wisdom packed into a weekend, with two great pros to answer questions, pose still more questions, and turn the entire publishing industry inside and out, for examination and understanding.Since attending Kris n Dean I’ve won Writers of the Future and sold a novelette to one of the major SF digests. If you are limited on time and funds, but still want to do one professional-level workshop this year, then the Kris n Dean Show is the one, in my opinion.The Anchor is an awesome venue. Kris and Dean are awesome instructors. You can be at any level and get great information, great inspiration, and walk away feeling far less confused, perturbed, and mystified by the entire publishing biz.

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TentCamper September 1, 2008 at 8:14 pm

All I can say is: follow yur heart. Do not overthink it. If it is a lasting fling. that will be what it is. If it is THE ONE…there you go. I don’t think you should worry about B too much . He is seeing you with te same guy time and again…seeing you happy…That make kids happy. If it were a different guy all the time…then I would worry about the kids. What does Mr. RFN think?

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Jeffery February 3, 2015 at 10:58 am

On a tangential note, I fhsinied backreading (This is a word I made up: it means, Starting from the beginning of a chronological blog and reading forward to the present.’) your blog last might.Man, what a ride!When this blog started, Borders was still a major factor in book sales, and ebooks weren’t. And then Everything Changed. It was like watching it happen in real time. (Which I kinda did anyway: my wife worked as a manager for both Crown Books and Borders, though thankfully she had not worked there for years when they went under. She still had friends there.)Anyway, going to be sending you a donation here in a few. Please give some to your partner in crime, as I also sort of hopscotched my way through her blog through your references. I consider it very richly deserved both for entertainment value and practical advice. You’ve already shamed me into putting up three books POD and increased the quality of my epublishing product by quite a bit.And, finally, a question: given the enormous backlist WMG has available to it, may I ask why you haven’t hired a few hungry recent English grads, given them a lesson in The WMG Approach To Epublishing, and turned them loose on it? It seems like this could be quite a good investment, especially if it was made clear that this was a limited-term engagement and that they would then be able to take wing and fly on their own? *I* would consider that a pretty da*n good resume point either for tradpub jobs or starting their own businesses.

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jonb September 2, 2008 at 2:52 am

Well it sounds to me like deep down you already know your answer. Having Kris around from time to time will not impede anything, in my opinion. If he gives you a little support and puts a smile on your face from time to time, nothing is wrong with that.

I was seeing someone when I met my ex. From the day we met there was an obvious bond between us and despite trying I was drawn to her. The next ten months of my life were a whirlwind of emotions, but most importantly, I knew real love for the first time in my life. I learned how to love by watching her and her child. I saw the power of love in how I made her feel, and how her son bonded with me.

I broke up with her recently not out of fear or a lack of love, but because some htings had gone wrong in our relationship that had caused us to stop growing together. The love is still in my heart, but for me to help her, our relationship had to change. The relationship we had as it was, failed. But that doesn;t mean a knew one cannot be built, one day at a time.

I guess what I am getting at is love takes on so many shapes and forms. I think in a way you have form of love for Kris, an appreciation for bringing some normalcy into your life, for showing you there are good men out there for you and that you can, with the right person, trust again.

You needn;t worry Alaina. Love will find you when the time is right, and you will know it, without question. The world has a way of rewarding those who put forth love, and judging by your son, I think you have that down in spades.

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T September 2, 2008 at 7:48 am

Wow. You have some wonderful advice there!

I really have nothing much to add except to enjoy him, be grateful for your “right now” and everything else will happen as it should!!

And don’t feel guilty about it! 🙂

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Igor February 3, 2015 at 5:24 am

Speaking of workshops, Dean, it’s hanipnepg.It. The voice of the Inner Editor.I am looking at my MS for the 2010 Novel Workshop, and I am getting this huge urge to throw it all out and start over from scratch.VOICE: this is crap, it’s no good, you have to start over.ME: oh no, not again, this is what always happens!VOICE: this will never sell, you’re doing it all wrong.ME: but I never finish and/or mail any books because I always listen to you.VOICE: trust me, I know what I am talking about.ME: Augh!!Crap, I really hate when this happens. It’s like, all the emotional trust I have in myself throughout the first draft just evaporates, and suddenly I am staring at the MS and I am wanting to just shred it. Shred it all the way down to nothing, and start completely over. But I know from experience that if I do this because I have done it before I will inevitably be looking at that manuscript, and wanting to shred it too, and then by the third or fourth try, I will be exhausted and tired of the whole thing, and I’ll just trunk the project and tell myself I’ll go work on something else and try again in a year or two.Good thing the 20th isn’t far away, because that forms an artificial horizon and I know I don’t have the time to listen to Editor Voice. I’m locked in. Committed. No turning around or turning back.But damn, does it ever NOT wind up like this, Dean? It sounds like, for you, this happens all the time, after almost 100 novels sold. I guess in my mind I am always thinking, After a few novels sold, I ought to be confident enough to move past Editor Voice. But it doesn’t seem like that’s the case?

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Single Mom Seeking September 2, 2008 at 10:01 am

Thanks for the honest post.

I had a Mr. Right now for a year… and it was just what I needed at the time. I wasn’t ready for a relationship. (From your post, it doesn’t sound like you’re there, either.) This man had almost no contact with my child. I’m now grateful for that.

Then, I found myself needing more. This man had been very honest from Day 1 that he didn’t want to be part of the family mix. He simply liked our after-hours time together. We maturely parted ways… it was time.

You’ll know when it’s time. But it might be rough on Benjamin, especially as he gets older. If there’s any way that you can keep Kris “after hours,” I’d highly recommend this.

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AlLaf September 2, 2008 at 10:33 am

Just out of curiosity and to compare with my own relationship with a single mom, would your son’s father be Mr. Right if he was a better parent?

I’m geniuily curious about this.

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mssinglemama September 2, 2008 at 1:20 pm

Tent camper and Jon B – I love all of your advice and you guy’s perspective. Invaluable here… and, yes, I am definitely trying to relax.

T – and also trying not to feel guilty.

SMS – thanks for the advice, I’ll keep that in mind. But I can’t keep Benjamin from having fun with his best guy friend for fear of any hurt that may come in the future. The pros outweigh the cons in my eyes. And he is FAR more attached to his father than Kris and clearly knows the difference.

Ailaf – Benjamin’s father is as good of a father as he can be. But as we always joke with each other “he’s a much better father than he was a husband.” My ex didn’t know how to be a husband – that’s why we’re not together. Hope that helps.

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Xamid February 4, 2015 at 2:35 am

our own writing is crap is alsmot always there. Some writers climb over it quickly, others it stops completely. And it never goes away. It gets tempered with skill and understanding, but it never completely goes away. And what is more annoying, most of the time it is flat wrong. The key with becoming a selling writer regularly is ignoring that voice and pushing past it, and learning to hear when advice is correct and when it is just that stupid doubt voice.For example, last week I finished a proposal and some chapters for a novel and thought they were crap. Told Kris that, she read them, said mail them. My doubt voice was completely wrong. This week I finished another series of chapters and another proposal and I knew something was wrong. Not only was my this is all crap voice shouting at me, but my writing voice saying I had missed something was also shouting. Kris said it was good, but I had missed an element and she pointed it out. The this is crap voice was wrong, but the writing voice of missing something was right. Very different voices. One comes from just self doubt, one comes from years of skill. Still couldn’t completely tell them apart. Brad, at your level of early professional, you just have to believe that every doubt is just self doubt and mail it all. Let the editors decide what works and what doesn’t. That’s their job.

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cisforcow September 5, 2008 at 7:26 am

Just in to offer hugs – haven’t had much time to read up lately – hardly confession worthy – i think we’ve all been here and no, i don’t think having a mr right now will keep Mr right from showing up…God has a plan.

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Kgrrrl September 5, 2008 at 11:40 am

That’s hilarious!
ENJOY!
There’s no reason why not. The fact is, if you’re not looking, then you’ll meet someone, even if you have a ‘side-thing’ going on. I met a guy when I was with a ‘friends with benefits.’ It was easy and he ended up meeting someone too. We filled each other’s needs and moved on.
And now… I got me a youngen too 😉 He’s SUPER hot and well, it’s good. It’s not a ‘right now’ as far as I know, as we’re both head over heals, but sometimes you never know 😉
Life has an interesting way of moving along without you sometimes.
ENJOY – once again 😉

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Tania April 19, 2014 at 12:18 am

I’m going through the exact same thing right now! I’ve been casually dating this guy for a few months and we really like each other but he doesn’t want a serious relationship right now. Unfortunately despite my attempts at trying to keep it casual I just don’t think I can. My interest in dating other guys is non-existent even though I try. And I can’t stop my feelings or my thoughts about a relationship with him. Ugh Single mom dating sucks

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