by mssinglemama on July 31, 2009
Remember the Lion?
I definitely do. He was that nice and totally adorable guy who had the unfortunate luck to schedule a date with me just one night after my first date with John Bear. I met him on a day in the park with Benjamin but at the time, was also juggling the Tiger (more on him, by the way, in Ms. Single Mama Uncensored).
Anyway… on our first non-date that turned into a date John and I both confessed that we had other dates set up for the next night.
“Let’s cancel them,” he said.
“I can’t,” I said. “He’s such a nice guy.” I hate canceling dates and I’m so glad I didn’t. I told the Lion almost as soon as we’d ordered our wine about meeting John and the incredible sparkage there. In spite of my news, the Lion wished me luck with grace. Before we said good night I said “You’re just too cute” and told him to give me a call if he wanted me to be featured on my blog as an eligible bachelor.
I may make this a regular thing because there are so many men out there who are ready for a commitment. It’s the men who aren’t ready who can hurt us so badly… must be wary of those commitment-phobic, bad boys. I’d like to bring you a man a month who is commitment ready and relatively baggage free.
With that… I bring you – the Lion.
He has such a positive attitude but also is very realistic and grounded. And he’s such a cutie. Now, he lives in Columbus Ohio, but you never know… [click to continue…]
by mssinglemama on May 4, 2009
Sometimes it’s a good thing when you receive an errant text…
meant for another girl with a name very much like yours.
“Drinks with you went much better than expected : ) im glad we met up tonite!”
And suddenly you realize why your perfectly dateable, totally attractive, single dad friend is still single.
He can’t text girls worth a shit.
This is not the good thing. The good thing is that I can help him.
So I text back:
“Wrong girl!!!! Haaaaaaa. And never text a : ) to a girl again. You need texting lessons!”
I called him and gave him the some tips, the first being not to text a girl seconds after you’ve parted ways. Let her wonder a bit. And yeah, the smiley face from a guy – not so much.
After my divorce I realized quickly the world of dating had changed thanks to text messaging. I soon discovered that many guys, especially the younger ones, actually ask you out on dates via text and sometimes even cancel them via text. At first I balked at all of this but now I’m slipping into the texting camp.
I’m also discovering that a man’s texting style, like his kissing style, can either turn me completely on or off. [click to continue…]
by mssinglemama on November 3, 2008
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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