My kids know that I am daring to date again, otherwise I probably wouldn’t be writing this article.
They are vaguely embarrassed, but also get that I need to move on to happier times.
” the mental health nurse asked me, without any sense of irony.
Which would have helped the situation, given that I wasn’t his patient but his date.
I instantly block the half naked, cowboy hat-wearing Texans (really) or 22-year-old Cougar-seeking weirdos, and I have gone from wearing my heart on my sleeve to tucking it away and bringing it out slowly and with dignity.