Online dating after a divorce is the messiest fucking thing in the world.
Divorce is messy.
Online dating is messy.
Online dating after a divorce is the messiest fucking thing in the world.
What no one told me however, is that sex under the guise of online dating is the easiest thing in the world.
I got divorced last November. It was heartbreaking, but as Gwyneth Paltrow so lovingly referred to her separation, a 'conscious uncoupling'. We were just two people who decided they didn't want to fuck each other anymore. That's about as consciously as we uncoupled. Or un-intertwined, or got the fuck off of each other.
So I was divorced. I was alone. I had an itch. An itch that hadn't been scratched in roughly the last twoyears of marriage so my girlfriends chimed in. "Date! You must date! You need a boyfriend!" A what? I need a what? I do not need a boyfriend, I need to have some fun. I don't need anything serious when I just ended the most serious relationship of my adult life. My girlfriends, they have terrible advice. If 'phone a friend' was my last resort option on Who Wants to Be a Millionaire, I would have just walked away from the question and lost whatever cash was up for grabs.
So online dating. What the hell is this? 'In my day' we didn't have this computer box machine with guys served up like fast food entrees. I couldn't just type in, "hamburger with extra pickles" and find myself with a hamburger with extra pickles and a whole lot of emotionally unavailable sauce. I kid, they weren't all emotionally unavailable, just most of them. OK, all of them.
But dating was actually easier. If a man was interested, he legitimately called and even if he wasn't interested, he'd still call because finding people was a lot harder. So you'd end up dating someone you really weren't that interested in because it was too hard to find someone else to be with. Dating now has evolved. Guys can just ignore your texts- and you can do it back! My cell phone is equipped with this amazing feature called, "add to spam numbers" and I have used it to the point of abusing it.
With the evolution of technology comes the evolution of the sexes. I don't wait around for a call or a text. I am a lioness on the hunt and if I don't like the prey I've stalked, I can just go to the next profile and stalk that one. I should reword, 'stalking' has a very negative connotation and when we're referring to dating, the two don't really mix. So, I can just go and look at someone else. That works.
I've looked. This woman has eye spied and she has seen some pretty ponies. And some not so pretty, but the prettiest ponies, she took one step further and actually met for drinks.
Online dating is messy.
Online dating after a divorce is the messiest fucking thing in the world.
What no one told me however, is that sex under the guise of online dating is the easiest thing in the world.
I got divorced last November. It was heartbreaking, but as Gwyneth Paltrow so lovingly referred to her separation, a 'conscious uncoupling'. We were just two people who decided they didn't want to fuck each other anymore. That's about as consciously as we uncoupled. Or un-intertwined, or got the fuck off of each other.
So I was divorced. I was alone. I had an itch. An itch that hadn't been scratched in roughly the last twoyears of marriage so my girlfriends chimed in. "Date! You must date! You need a boyfriend!" A what? I need a what? I do not need a boyfriend, I need to have some fun. I don't need anything serious when I just ended the most serious relationship of my adult life. My girlfriends, they have terrible advice. If 'phone a friend' was my last resort option on Who Wants to Be a Millionaire, I would have just walked away from the question and lost whatever cash was up for grabs.
So online dating. What the hell is this? 'In my day' we didn't have this computer box machine with guys served up like fast food entrees. I couldn't just type in, "hamburger with extra pickles" and find myself with a hamburger with extra pickles and a whole lot of emotionally unavailable sauce. I kid, they weren't all emotionally unavailable, just most of them. OK, all of them.
But dating was actually easier. If a man was interested, he legitimately called and even if he wasn't interested, he'd still call because finding people was a lot harder. So you'd end up dating someone you really weren't that interested in because it was too hard to find someone else to be with. Dating now has evolved. Guys can just ignore your texts- and you can do it back! My cell phone is equipped with this amazing feature called, "add to spam numbers" and I have used it to the point of abusing it.
With the evolution of technology comes the evolution of the sexes. I don't wait around for a call or a text. I am a lioness on the hunt and if I don't like the prey I've stalked, I can just go to the next profile and stalk that one. I should reword, 'stalking' has a very negative connotation and when we're referring to dating, the two don't really mix. So, I can just go and look at someone else. That works.
I've looked. This woman has eye spied and she has seen some pretty ponies. And some not so pretty, but the prettiest ponies, she took one step further and actually met for drinks.
I absolutely agree. I especially limed the not looking for a relationship but for something... I just dont know what yet. The only difference is being a single parent and working in a job that is literally made up of all women online dating is the only option I really have. Great article and very well distributed.
Mistress, I'm a single parent, too. It's easier to find someone to sleep with rather than someone to entangle in my life. I could write forever about dating in 2017. I wonder if I'll graduate out of this quest of finding my best sex ever. That maybe I'll finally pick one and stick with it... But after being in a marriage with a subpar sex life, I feel like I've earned my right to test drive them all first.