I'm back!
Not that this was my intention, but I’ve fully come to terms with the universe telling me that this blog is not complete yet.
And apparently, y’all want more!
So, in the spirit of entertainment….shall we get started?
For those of you who don’t really know me or have never read the blog, the short and sweet is I’m a single woman dating.
In my 50s.
Again.
And I share a lot about my experiences in the dating world.
A lot!
Caught up? Good.
But before we get started on my Milkshake and what it brings to the yard, I’ll give y’all a brief rundown of the past few years.
- Started dating one guy. That ended.
- Got my master’s degree.
- Decided to try something different and started dating again. Only this time it was outside of the country (I've decided I need to stop watching 90-Day Fiancé. I'm pretty sure a bottle of wine and binging that show influenced that decision)
- Had one long relationship with my outside of the U.S. choice.
- Ignored a TON of red flags in the long relationship.
- Went on a few international trips to meet said long relationship.
- Got healthy.
- Lived through COVID / virtual dating said long relationship.
- That ended.
- And am now single again.
Go me!
And before you ask.
Yes, I’ve angry Bumbled, and I already have a new crop! (and a couple of dates next week. I decided to take it slow)
Now that we’re all on the same page, I’ll bring you back around to my Milkshake and the fact that she doesn’t really bring things to the yard. More like drags them after hitting them on the head and maybe kidnapping them for a short bit.
Never pleasant, but a fascinating trainwreck to watch (or as my friend D says, “my dumpster fires”).
I’ve decided Milkshake has terrible aim.
Why?
She only picks the emotionally unavailable, narcissistic, selfish, commitment-phobes.
Want proof?
A = love-bombing narcissist who can’t get out of his own way
M = married
D= (love you, man) emotionally unavailable and not ready (he has since changed and is still my friend)
C = commitment-phobe who loved to send shirtless pics
C = unsolicited pics of a nefarious nature that I’m sure just about everyone has received at this point in their lives. Tons of them. Tons.
G= emotionally unavailable and a commitment-phobe
J = oh god, he was just weird. Also, unsolicited pics (isn’t that passe yet? Please tell me it is!)
T = this dude came around three times and apparently forgot who I was each and every time!
T = narcissist, emotionally unavailable, connected to his ex, and as J says – he was white bread.
And now we get to M, my international, speaks perfect English, long(ish) relationship = 52, never married, no kids……and I’ll give him props, no narcissistic behaviors, but so.many.other red flags. (DM me for those who want to avoid the above paragons of dating behavior. I’m happy to share)
My love life reads like an alphabet soup of fun!
And yet, here I am again.
Jumping back into the dating pool to see what will swim to the surface this time.
And I’ll admit.
I’m curious about what’s out there, and it's been a while.
I’ll take one for the team all day long, Just call me Mother Theresa part Deux.
OK, seriously, please don’t. I really don’t want to go through all of the self-sacrificing that saints do when they're alive. I’m kind of a princess, and I’m really not that holy (no comments I).
But I really hope for one of two things this time:
My Milkshake gets her damn picker fixed, and soon!
The universe throws me a bone!
Anyhow -
Grab your comfy clothes and get ready!
My Milkshake is back y’all!
And she's ready for some fun!
So, let the dating games be ever in your favor!
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