The Swan Song of Dating in My 40s
A Recap of 2021
2021 started out more promising than any other of my 8 years of dating after the implosion of my marriage.
Miraculously, I met the perfect guy right after my 49th birthday in early January.
Maybe all the disasters, missteps, therapy, and lessons had miraculously paid off!
Ha! He dumped me out of nowhere in March.
Well, yes. This is me after all.
Blessed life, lousy luck.
Although I match with guys regularly, I don’t go on many dates. Most of my matches don’t live very close to me (since I live in the middle of nowhere on the coast of Mississippi). If I’m honest, I can only partially blame my lack of dates on being geographically challenged. The usual suspects are out there in abundance: the indifferent, the confusing, the confused, the sleazy, and the over-scheduled.
After eight years of dating (online and IRL), I don’t take these things nearly as personally as I used to. I’m much less inclined to spend my time dissecting “what did I do wrong” and “why is he ignoring me.”
I’ve been honest. I’ve worked on myself. I’ve got lots (and lots) of experience under my belt. I might still feel the sting of disappointment, but I’ve finally moved beyond these casual…
