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Matchless on Dating Apps
And how I actually found my wonderful partner
Divorced in my mid-forties, I reentered the world of dating after twenty years of marriage. Gone were the days of college that provided endless opportunities for meeting single people who were young enough not to have several failed marriages or years of abusive partners informing their perspectives on relationships. I was entering a dating minefield. I was self-aware enough to realize that I also had my own baggage.
I have always looked younger than my years (yes, I know, don’t we all feel that way), and I was still regularly being “hit on” just walking down the street or sitting in a restaurant. I am not referring to the horn-tooting idiots or wolf-whistlers, but rather to men who would approach to engage in conversation and ask for my number. I don’t give my number to strangers, so if these men seemed decent, I would suggest that they give me their number. The usual response was no. Hmmm . . . probably married.
I had a few scary experiences, like the one I wrote about here:
