Single with kids online dating
We got really hot, then found a Mexican grocery with cold beverages and nice guys who shared a spicy tamale with us, bringing me back to my senses and out of my head. He said no, and I decided on something timeless, and not too restrictive, that I hoped would match the old Cessna: dark, flared, high-waisted jeans, a bright colored sleeveless top with a cute peter pan collar, and strappy red sandals. First, he performed what appeared to be a quite serious safety inspection of the very sexy airplane he’d restored to mint condition over a decade with his dad and best friends. As he nerded out over the aged Cessna, I could sense his slightly obsessive love for it.We went thrifting and Tim started crafting his nefarious Halloween costume plans with our thrift store booty! Also, does it mean something if a man I’ve been casually dating lately with wants to watch the once-in-a-lifetime in our region solar eclipse with me? I’m not sure I’m cool with the conclusions he might draw if I took him up on his invitation–might infringe on my single self. It’s time for another round of dating horror stories: I am getting over being sick and only out with this dude due to boredom. When a guy launches into a speech on the first date “I’m almost too nice. He asked me to hold off for a few more minutes so he could better groom his magnificent self. Maybe overly smooth, but Adonis has got game, I’ll give him that. I was touched that he’d share this part of his life with me.Right now, stability sounds so heavy, boring, and oppressive. I’m not going to try to make perfect sense of it right this instant. It’s been a rough political season and this could be an easy way to find out whether he’s got ANY potential or not. At least it gave me a funny excuse to text The Centaur a few days later, and a good conversation starter and bonding point to talk about what a disaster that date had been. Then there’s the night where I was hanging out with a guy that I’d pegged as quite confident, cool, and cute. And, just the way I like it these days, he’s not looking for anything committed or serious. Plus, he’d been a legitimate pilot for twenty years.
Much of our lives–such as the part in which we are both single parents with past baggage and future desires and mundane daily activities and other romantic involvements and struggles, are kept sealed away like nuclear waste. This past Saturday felt like too much with regard to the ‘compartmentalized romance’ thing. For example, he’s never, ever, said many of the usual sweet nothings to me, such as “I like you a lot” or “I think you’re attractive/pretty.” We just don’t really talk along these lines. That quality certainly keeps my walls up, which is kinda just the way I want it right now. “I like it,” he said with a grin as the band started to play and we began to dance again.And that is what I call complicated, messy, sexy happiness. Driving in his car to the small airport, we conversed about passionate living, death, and friendship. It was so fun to feel the weight of it and heave with my weight against it to get it rolling.I love the idea of experiencing a reversal of night and day. We did a couple selfies together with the plane under the big sky.This is the kind of stuff I used to get heavy input from Tim’s dad on.My decision-making skills are weakened from years of letting my spouse take the lead. In addition, I worry that every plan I come up with will be inadequate. And up until recently, family was always the three of us; Tim, his dad, and me.