I’ve been married once. It was… an experience.
Let’s just say the highlight is the three absolutely magical smaller humans who call me Mom — and whom I now raise on my own while juggling approximately seven other adult professions no one trained me for (or pays for either)😅
Technically, custody should be “shared.”
Realistically, my ex — the biological contributor to my funtastic trio — is about as useful as a chocolate teapot. He’s moved on, of course. Imported himself a brand-new woman from another country. Lovely. Stunning. Good for them both.
And then there’s me.
Single. Gorgeous. Sharp. Kind. Romantic to the bone. A woman who can hold a family together with one hand and still have room in her heart for a real, grown-up love.
And yet… men don’t approach me. They look. They stare. Some practically analyze my soul with their eyes. Then they turn away like I’m the final exam they forgot to study for.
Why?
Do I radiate danger? Divine femininity? Taxes? I don’t know.
But here’s the thing:
I’m really not desperate — I’m simply ready.
Ready for someone whose presence feels like peace or new air, whose arms feel like home, and who actually sees me.
Someone who thinks “damn, that woman’s fire could warm my whole life” and steps toward me instead of retreating like I’m a wild animal or about to ruin his life?
I manifest deep love, connection and just full on friendship constantly, in the tiny moments between being a mom, dad, nurse, therapist, chauffeur, chef, teacher, and human defibrillator for three children’s emotional storms.
Dating? Absolutely. (Sure 🤔)
Between school hours or after 9 PM, provided no one is crying, bleeding, or needing a snack — including me!!
So yes, Universe, I’m calling you out.
Send me the man who wants to love me boldly. Honestly. With both feet in. Not afraid to match my energy
I’m not asking for a miracle. Just someone who isn’t afraid to walk up to a woman who already knows her worth.
I don't bite….that hard!