by mssinglemama on September 2, 2009
Another excerpt from my eBook, Ms. Single Mama Uncensored… you’ll notice this post, although originally published on my blog, is completely re-written and expanded in the book.
The Biker
Discovering I still had it in me
Originally Posted on June 8, 2008
I’m not sure which scared me more – the Biker or his Harley.
“C’mon, do you think I’d ever let anything happen to you? And you’re gonna love it!” He was very persuasive for a guy wearing a leather vest and a bandana.
He’d been asking me to take a ride for months and I’d been refusing, until now. Maybe it was because everything – him, this place and these feelings – they were all so frightening, so different from the life I’d left behind. When I left my husband, I moved everything I owned into a storage shed. Our cute little apartment in the city neighborhood I had loved so much was now bare, with the exception of the TV, the mattress and the kitchen supplies.
When I met the Biker, I was taking Benjamin for a walk down the gravel road leading to my mother’s house. Instead of strolling past boutiques and coffee shops, I was now dodging bugs and cursing the silent forest surrounding us. Eventually, I would learn to love the country and recognize the beauty in that noisy silence, but, at the time, I was still trying to wrap my head around it all. Rocks from the gravel were sticking to my shoes. I was scraping my soles on the stroller wheel, when I heard voices— male voices. Then, the dogs came.
Leaping out of the brush, they were running straight for the stroller and Benjamin. I drew a quick breath and managed a yelp or two while jumping in front of the stroller, bracing myself for whatever these dogs were about to do. [click to continue…]
by mssinglemama on June 10, 2009
to know about being a dating single mom.
A few days ago, I spent hours sorting through my archives to produce a lovely table of contents to this blog. It’s funny to put your own life into categories, but I think you’ll enjoy them.
Like Chapter 11 – “The Ex Files: the Men I’ve Dated Along the Way.”
Funny.
Along the way to what?
To meeting him.
The Bear. My John Bear.
I know it’s early. Only six weeks in. But when someone says, “I’ve been waiting 30 years to meet you,” and then looks into your eyes and tells you how amazing you are and you look right back at him and feel the same way – one can’t help but wonder – could this be it? [click to continue…]
by mssinglemama on March 9, 2009
Spring is almost here.
Time for fresh starts, flowers, warm days, cool nights and even thunderstorms. Mother nature is brewing up a quite the romance cocktail. Not sure if I’ll be taking a few sips but I better prepare myself.
Just to be safe I wrote myself a single mom dating to-do list.
by mssinglemama on January 2, 2009
I just got home from my trip to Chicago.
The reason I went?
To meet this guy…
And he is just as remarkable as I had imagined.
That’s Matt freezing his ass off before we went to the top of the Hancock… and here’s me freezing my ass off , happy as can be just because I’m standing in front of a big happy tree.
There’s also something about this city that is beyond magical.
We only had one afternoon and evening to spend together but we also managed to meet up with this amazing single mom blogger (who I couldn’t snap a picture of because my camera’s battery died. URGH.) [click to continue…]
by mssinglemama on November 2, 2008
“I don’t think you’ve ever really been in love.”
Mr. Man tells me this as I sit cross-legged on the couch, our knees are touching and he is holding my hands in his. This is his conclusion after weeks of us talking and learning about each other’s checkered pasts – the pasts that led us together in this moment.
“It just doesn’t sound like a man has ever treated you right in your life,” he says as he looks into my eyes. I dart them to the ground as I realize how right he is.
“You must be scared as hell,” he says.
He’s absolutely right. I feel my armor thicken as I respond, “It’s true. Every experience I’ve had with a man has ended with me on the losing end, financially, emotionally – all around.”
Mr. Man bears a close resemblance to Heath Ledger. Think Heath Ledger in Broke Back Mountain – not gay (obviously) and no long hair but with the thick southern drawl, the chiseled arms, the defined chin and cheekbones. Mr. Man is all man. His flannel shirt sleeves hang over his weathered hands, which are twice the size of mine – not in length but in width. He used them to take my garbage out the other night.
“It’s okay,” I said impulsively, “I can get it.”
“No – I’m getting it.” He pauses and looks at my face that’s now softened into shocked appreciation. “Gosh, you really haven’t had anyone help you out before have you?” No, I shake my head.
“These city boys must be weak or something.”
He lifts my trash as if it’s a feather and hauls it outside. I’m still in shock. He just helps out, without being asked. Maybe it’s because he’s a single father or maybe he’s just a gentleman. Regardless, I’m definitely falling into that rabbit hole.
There’s much, much more… but again – still trying to keep this one close to my chest as one of you told me, “Let it bloom.”
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